Built bySomeone Who Wouldn't Stay Quiet.

The Founder's Story

I want to be clear about something upfront: I am not naive. I have spent over thirty years in cybersecurity, data architecture, and enterprise software. I have consulted for federal agencies. I have built companies from nothing, survived a major partner fraud event, and navigated federal litigation as a pro se litigant. I know how predators operate. I know how to read a contract.

And I still almost didn't catch it.

I had a concrete plan. Sell the house, close the transaction, relocate internationally, and invest the proceeds. The reasons were entirely legitimate — the house held painful memories, the staircase was a genuine physical danger given my seizure disorder, and I had already fallen. I had somewhere to be. I needed a clean exit, and I needed it for real reasons.

In April 2024, Steve Philostin opened escrow through Fidelity National Title on a standard purchase of my home at 1871 Hollywell Street. For five months he did nothing — no earnest money deposited, no performance, no movement toward closing. On September 9, 2024, I cancelled the escrow for breach of contract and non-performance. I already had a licensed real estate agent ready to list the property through conventional channels.

Sixteen days later, Steve came back. This time with a subject-to wrap structure — a payment schedule starting with $40,750, my mortgage staying in my name, and his entity taking possession while I waited to be paid out. I gave him a second chance. I had plans built around that $40,750 arriving on time. Commitments I had made. Investments I intended to make. A life I was actively building toward. If he had performed on that first payment alone, I could have done everything I had originally planned.

He didn't. Not once did a payment arrive when it was supposed to. I had made those commitments assuming a deal that performed. Instead I spent the next seventeen months figuring out how to cover what I had planned on receiving — while Steve occupied my property without a lease, paid nothing on schedule, and ran my mortgage into acceleration. I am still here. Still in Las Vegas. Still managing federal litigation instead of being where I planned to be.

When I pushed back, the response was a lis pendens filed against my title on the morning of a court hearing, nine days before a funded closing — timed for maximum damage. The attorney of record then emailed me to say I would have "a difficult time selling" and that he "highly doubted the sale will go through." That is not advocacy. That is a coordinated attack on a disabled homeowner's ability to sell her own property. It is now the subject of a federal complaint.

If this situation could push someone with thirty years of enterprise technology experience and active federal litigation into a seventeen-month fight — then it will absolutely happen to someone who doesn't know what they're looking at. That's the gap this site fills.

I built this site because I have a platform and a voice that most victims don't. Most people who get caught in these schemes lose quietly — too embarrassed to say anything, too drained to pursue it, too overwhelmed to know where to begin. This site is for them. If you are reading this because something felt wrong — trust that feeling. You are not paranoid. You are not overreacting. And you are not alone.