Daniel fell hard, and he fell fast. Three weeks after meeting Lisa, he was already engaged. She was beautiful, graceful, effortlessly charming—too perfect, honestly. From the start, I had a bad feeling, a knot in my stomach I couldn’t shake. But Daniel wouldn’t hear it. “You’re just being protective,” he said, brushing me off with that dreamy grin. The wedding was rushed. Quiet. A modest ceremony in a rented garden with fairy lights and cheap wine. Everything looked just right on the surface, but something felt off. Lisa’s charm was a little too polished,
her laugh rehearsed. Her “parents” smiled a lot but offered vague stories about their past, dodging details like it was a game. It gnawed at me. Then came the moment no one could have scripted—except maybe Lisa herself. Just as the vows began, two men burst in, flashing badges that looked real for about half a second. Lisa’s face went white. She didn’t even hesitate. She bolted. Her so-called parents followed without a word. Chaos. Silence. Whispers. Turned out, the badges were fake, but the truth was real. Lisa was a con artist. And her “family”? Part of the crew. They had a system: target wealthy, young,