Criminal’s Story #4 – Alicia England

Crime Type: Real Estate Scammer

Crime Country: USA

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A Criminal’s Story

I Stole Their Homes with Fake Deeds: I plead guilty to my $1.4 Million Real Estate Fraud Scheme

I’m Alicia England, a 32-year-old woman from Chattanooga, Tennessee, and I’m sitting here with a cold, calculating clarity as I confess how I pulled off a $1.4 million real estate fraud scheme, using stolen identities and fake deeds to sell properties I didn’t own. I targeted unsuspecting homeowners, living and dead, across North Carolina and beyond, and I watched as their trust in the system crumbled while I pocketed the proceeds, my mind always one step ahead, driven by a ruthless need for money and the thrill of outsmarting everyone.

It started in October 2022, a time when I saw an opportunity to exploit the real estate market for my own gain. I lived in a small apartment in Chattanooga, my days filled with restless energy, my bank account always too low for the life I wanted to live. I had dabbled in scams before, but this time I went big, my mind sharp as I devised a plan to file fraudulent deeds and sell properties I had no right to. I teamed up with others, people I met through shady online forums, and we set up a scheme that would make us rich, my fingers typing out messages as I coordinated our moves, my voice steady and unapologetic as I laid out the details.

I crafted the scheme with precision, my hands steady as I gathered stolen identities to use as my tools. I targeted homeowners across multiple states, focusing on North Carolina, where property records were easy to manipulate if you knew how to work the system. I stole personal identifying information from both living and deceased individuals, my mind calculating as I accessed names, addresses, and other details through dark web databases and public records I hacked into. I used this information to create fake trust documents, my laptop open late at night as I forged papers for a nonexistent entity I called the VGR Trust, named after a dead person whose identity I stole. I filed fraudulent quitclaim deeds, my fingers typing out electronic submissions to county clerks, transferring real estate parcels from my victims to the VGR Trust without their knowledge, my heart racing with the thrill of each successful filing.

I advertised the properties for sale, my posts on platforms like Facebook Marketplace polished and convincing, my words luring buyers with promises of a deal they couldn’t pass up. I targeted anyone looking to buy a home, my victims a mix of first-time buyers, investors, and families searching for their dream property, their trust in online marketplaces making them easy marks. I sold or attempted to sell at least 19 properties, their combined value exceeding $1.4 million, my inbox filling with messages from eager buyers as I watched the funds roll in, my mind buzzing with the power I held over their dreams. I opened bank accounts using the stolen identities, my hands steady as I set up the accounts to receive payments, my co-conspirators helping me move the money through wire transfers and sales agreements, my voice firm as I assured buyers the deals were legitimate.

I kept the scheme going for nearly two years, my confidence growing with each new victim, my accounts swelling as I sold properties I didn’t own, my operation a well-oiled machine I thought would never break down. I used email and internet communications to manage the fraud, my messages professional as I applied for sales, modified claims, and checked the status of transactions, my mind always working to stay ahead of any suspicion. I spent the money on myself, my greed taking over as I indulged in a lifestyle I had always craved, my apartment filled with new furniture, my closet stuffed with designer clothes I bought to impress my friends. I took trips to Miami, my weekends spent in luxury hotels, my wallet full of cash I hadn’t earned honestly, my mind refusing to dwell on the people I was hurting.

My motivation came from a place of cold ambition, a burning desire to live a life of wealth and ease, to escape the struggles I had known for so long. I grew up in a working-class family in Chattanooga, always watching others live the life I wanted, my resentment growing as I struggled to make ends meet, my odd jobs never enough to get ahead. I saw real estate as my ticket out, a way to make big money without the rules that held others back, my mind convinced I was smarter than the system, smarter than the authorities who would never catch me. I felt powerful, my days filled with the rush of control, their trust in me a tool I used to my advantage, my greed outweighing any empathy as I focused on my own gain, my own escape from a life I despised.

I didn’t think about the long-term consequences, my mind too caught up in the immediate rewards, the rush of each successful sale. I felt alive, my days filled with the thrill of deception, even as I knew deep down I was breaking the law. I imagined a future where I didn’t have to worry about money, where I could live the life I always wanted, my mind refusing to consider the fallout, the lives I was destroying with every property I sold. I pictured my victims as faceless, distant, my mind refusing to dwell on their suffering as I focused on my own gain, my own escape from a life I hated.

I kept the scheme going until August 2024, my confidence unshaken as I moved over $1.4 million worth of properties, my accounts swelling with the proceeds of my fraud, my operation a testament to my cunning. I filed more fake deeds, my fingers typing out more lies as I transferred properties to the VGR Trust, my inbox filling with messages from buyers who believed my story, my heart racing with the thrill of each new scam. I collected their payments, my notifications pinging as the funds hit my accounts, my mind buzzing with plans to spend the money, to keep the cycle going. I blocked them when they asked for updates, my fingers swift as I erased them from my life, my conscience quiet as I moved on to the next target, my greed growing with each new deposit.

I face the consequences now, my world collapsing as I plead guilty to wire fraud and aggravated identity theft, my mind a storm of defiance and shame. I defrauded hundreds of people, targeting anyone looking to buy a home, exploiting their trust for my own gain, and now I sit here, my dreams of wealth replaced by the harsh reality of my actions, my freedom gone as I face up to 20 years in prison for wire fraud and a mandatory two years for identity theft. I wanted a better life, but all I found was a $1.4 million scam that cost me everything, leaving me to face the fallout of a crime I thought I could outrun.

Source: https://www.justice.gov/usao-wdnc/pr/tennessee-woman-pleads-guilty-wire-fraud-and-aggravated-identity-theft-scheme

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