How I got my cryptocurrency back from scammers!!

There’s a peculiar kind of silence that comes after betrayal.

Not the kind where someone breaks your heart. No, this silence is louder. More suffocating. It comes when you realize you might be the reason hundreds of people—people who trusted you—have just lost their savings.

My name is Jordan . On paper, I’m a social media influencer. I built my following from scratch YouTube, Instagram, TikTok hundreds of thousands of subscribers who tuned in every week for crypto insights, financial tips, and my goofy “finance hacks” that made investing feel a little less terrifying.

I didn’t get into this to become rich. I got into it because my dad lost everything in 2008. I wanted to help people avoid that same fate. Irony is a cruel companion.

When “TrustChain” reached out to me, I was skeptical, as I always am. But their pitch was polished. I had Zoom meetings with people who spoke confidently, passionately. They had a roadmap that looked clean, a mission about “equitable decentralization” that hit all the right notes, and even demo software that actually worked. They offered to pay me handsomely in both fiat and tokens to promote their pre-sale.

And I did. God help me, I did.

I posted a video titled “This Project Will 100x And Here’s Why”. I called it the future of smart contracts. I told people I was buying in. I told them I had met the dev team, and they were the real deal.

$310,000. That’s what I personally put in. But the damage didn’t end there. My followers people who believed in me poured in their life savings. I saw screenshots of transactions for $1,000, $10,000, even $70,000 from a man who messaged me saying he’d taken out a loan to “ride this wave.”

And then it happened.

The Discord server disappeared.

The website timed out.

Their Twitter account posted one last cryptic message before vanishing: “Thanks for believing in the dream.”

Dream? No. This was a goddamn nightmare.

The guilt hit me like a freight train. I stopped posting. I couldn’t sleep. I deleted TikTok off my phone and locked myself in my apartment for a week. Every time I opened my inbox, I saw devastation. People begging me for answers. A mother who had invested the money her son received after surviving cancer. A retiree who now couldn’t afford his mortgage. A college student who couldn’t pay next semester’s tuition.

And me just a guy with a ring light and a MacBook at the center of it all.

I considered disappearing, too. Just deleting everything and starting over somewhere else. But I knew I couldn’t.

That’s when I found Rhinesecurity..com, To be honest, I didn’t expect much. I had already seen three “recovery agents” on Instagram trying to scam me further. But Rhinesecurity had legal affiliations. They didn’t ask for upfront payments. They showed me cases, testimonies, and even provided a direct liaison who walked me through the reporting process.

I became more than a client I became a collaborator. I handed over every message, email, contract, and transaction ID I had. I published a full exposé video where I apologized, explained everything, and begged others to come forward with their evidence.

The process was excruciating. Lawyers, investigators, even crypto forensic analysts were involved. Rhinesecurity coordinated with law enforcement in multiple countries. And slowly, piece by piece, the puzzle unraveled.

Two and a half months later, they froze a cold wallet connected to the developers’ address. Another month later, $145,000 of my funds and over $500,000 from dozens of other victims was recovered.

Not all of it. But enough to start breathing again.

I did something I never thought I would: I used part of the recovered funds to launch a free, nonprofit campaign with Rhinesecurity, educating influencers on how to vet projects before promoting them. We call it Trust Before Traffic. I host webinars, speak at colleges, and post less now but more carefully.

I don’t expect forgiveness from everyone. That would be naïve. But I do want to be part of the healing.

Because no coin, no hype, no clout is worth the weight of someone else’s broken future.