Addison Montgomery Private Practice Novels & Stories

"Adrian Lawson, age thirty. Graduated from Harvard Law School magna cum laude. Eight years in practice, specializing in corporate litigation and civil rights cases. Impressive track record — he has won against several major corporations in class action cases." "Family?" "Mother: Katherine Lawson, passed away five years ago from cancer. Father—" Marcus paused briefly. "—William Montgomery. CEO of Montgomery Industries." Daniel raised his head with wide eyes. "Montgomery? William Montgomery?" "Yes, Sir. Adrian uses his mother's surname for his legal practice, but biologically he is William Montgomery's son." "Damn it!" Daniel stood with a sharp motion. His chair scraped back. Montgomery Indust

“Yes. The patient’s name is Ellen Montgomery and she is the daughter of Senator Montgomery. You know, the controversial name. I’ll forward you her file so that you can see what you’ll be dealing with.” “Okay, Dr. Khan. And the doctor I will be working with?” “Yeah, right. They chose someone from the Winthrop Hospital. Wait one moment while I confirm the name—” Before he even finished talking I had frozen on the spot. Winthrop? No way. “Ah yes, here it is. So the doctor you’ll be working with is Lennox Winthrop.” What?

Instead of responding, Ethan pulls out his phone, taps the screen, and soon, the ringing of a call fills the room. “This is Silverclaw Group, how may I help you?” A chipper woman asks. “Direct me to Anthony Adair,” Ethan sates. “I’m sorry. Mr. Adair is not—” “This is Ethan Montgomery.” “M-Mr. Montgomery. I’ll transfer you now,” she stammers. Three rings later, Mr. Adair’s stuffy voice comes through the phone, “Mr. Montgomery! What a pleasure.” The happy tone is opposite of his disgusted one earlier.

I asked, my heart racing, "What do you know about him?" Adrian leaned back in his chair and sighed, "There are talks that he was involved with a massive malpractice coverup at a hospital in New York. Apparently, he was the head of the department that was prescribing unsafe and unapproved medications to patients. There were numerous complaints filed, but when pushed by the FDA most of them recanted and then stopped talking altogether. There are whispers that Dr. Jameson and the drug company paid exorbitant bribes to cover everything up."

"The contract stated he would be removed from the precinct immediately upon my signature." "Mr. Montgomery was transferred to a private medical facility in upstate New York at four-thirty this morning," Fuhad replied, his expression never flinching. "His personal accounts have been liquidated to cover his debts, and his ongoing medical care is now fully subsidized under the Vance corporate charity umbrella. He is safe, Miss Montgomery. But his visitation rights and communication privileges are entirely dependent on your ongoing cooperation here." A cold, bitter knot tightened in Vivian’s chest. It was a secondary leash. Dominic hadn't just taken her assets; he had ensured that her father's v

The kind that would destroy the Sullivan name for good. And the Blackwoods along with it. The door finally opened, and Dr. Montgomery stepped out—alone. I jumped to my feet immediately, nerves buzzing. "How did it go?" I asked, scanning behind her. "Where's Madeline?" The doctor started speaking in that professional, overly formal tone. "The exam went well, within normal parameters, but we do recommend extra precautions due to—" "Where is Madeline?" I cut her off, almost shouting, completely losing my patience. She blinked several times, clearly startled by my outburst, before pulling herself together.

Immediately, their heads ducked down and those wandering eyes returned to their screens and keyboards. "Miss Kentwood?" the person on the other end of the line said, which Amelia recognized as one of the receptionists on duty, Megan. No one was allowed a direct line to Matteo, and as such, all visitors and appointments were either handled by Amelia or Ronan. "There are some visitors here for Mr. Montgomery." "Visitors?" Amelia said. She frowned, clicking rapidly to check Matteo’s calendar. "There are no appointments today." "No, but it’s his family," Megan said with a sigh. "Mr. Aiden and Charles Montgomery are here to see him."

She stood, her legs unsteady, and crossed the room. The study was a tomb of secrets. She rifled through Leon’s desk, scattering papers until she found it—a manila folder labeled *Montgomery Holdings*. Inside were photos of Adriana: leaving a nightclub, boarding a private jet, laughing with a silver-haired man Stephanie recognized from Forbes. Leon’s annotations filled the margins. *Meeting with investors? New alliance?* Beneath the photos lay a contract. Stephanie’s breath caught. Clause 12.1: In the event of Adriana Montgomery’s incapacitation or death, all shares of Montgomery Holdings revert to Leon Phoenix.