Defend Me Attorney Novels & Stories

I could feel the anger building inside of me as I stood up from the couch. "How can she be this shameless?!" I then told Ashford the entire story. He listened quietly, his expression growing darker, but his eyes on me stayed gentle and steady. "Don't worry. Leave it to me." He was a well-known lawyer who specialized in defamation and tort law. He had seen cases a hundred times worse than this, and he was good at weaponizing evidence and law.

I sat perfectly still, chin lifted. I had to look unbothered. Above it all. Untouchable. With the money from my empire, I’d hired the best defense lawyer in the city. As promised, he was ruthless—sharp tongue, cold eyes, no patience for bullshit. When he leaned toward me, whispering strategy, it felt like preparing for battle. "Stay calm," he murmured. "Let them talk themselves in circles. We’ll dismantle every point." I nodded, desperately holding onto the faintest sliver of hope that this wouldn’t be the end of my life.

I ended the call without another word. When I looked up, Adrian was watching me from the doorway, a mixture of awe and quiet relief on his face. I stood and walked to him, letting him pull me into his arms. “You stopped her,” he murmured against my hair. “I protected what’s mine,” I replied simply. “That’s what I do, Adrian. I don’t need to scream or post emotional statements. I simply move the law. And the law is very clear about doctors being weaponized for personal attacks.”

The reason I’d been forced to slink around in the dark like a goddamn criminal. The reason Stanley thought he had the right to look at me like that. No. Enough was enough. I yanked my phone out of the center console and dialed my lawyer—Carlton Fields. A buttoned-up bastard with a face like a hawk and a record of winning impossible cases. He picked up on the third ring, voice smooth, awake. "Mr. Ashford. Late call." "Do you get what I sent?" "The statement, the shots, the defamation claim—yes. We've seen it all."

“It means stay out of it. You’ll only make it worse.” “Austin—” He didn’t give me a chance to finish. The line went dead. I stared at my phone, unsure what he meant. Maybe he’d help, but I couldn’t risk Ruby’s life waiting to find out. So I got back in the car and drove across town to find Blake. Blake Carter was the best defense attorney in the city. The kind of man who didn’t blink unless you handed him five figures just to sit down. I’d worked with him once before. Saved his ass on a PR mess. I called in that favor without hesitation.

“Who the fuck are you, her bodyguard? You a cop or something?” I keep my tone even, draining all the emotion out of it until I sound like I’m delivering a closing argument. “Associate at Harlan & Pierce. That makes me a lawyer. And,” I gesture slightly toward Megan, “so is she. We bill by the hour, and right now, you’re racking up a debt you can’t pay.”

Relief crashed over me so powerfully I felt my knees weaken. I turned to Julien with my best smile. "Actually, JJ," I said, deliberately using the childhood nickname he hated, "I think I'll stick around. This should be fun." He scoffed and walked away, but I could see the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. The lawyer… I recognized him as Jared Wilson, one of the most formidable defense attorneys in the city, came directly to me. "Ms. James," he said, extending his hand. "Apologies for cutting it so close. We were finalizing some evidence. Are you ready?"

It was a breakthrough moment, a turning point in our pursuit of justice. Armed with the evidence we had gathered, we sought legal counsel to map out our next steps. Alexander and I met with a renowned attorney, Lydia Thompson, who specialized in cybercrime and defamation cases. Lydia's expertise and reputation bolstered our confidence, as we knew we were in capable hands. Together, we crafted a meticulously detailed legal strategy, outlining the charges we would bring against Victoria and her hired hacker. We were ready to face her in court, to expose the truth to the world and reclaim my tarnished reputation.

“Do not panic no matter what happens today. Stay quiet and let me handle everything.” Amelia swallowed hard, her voice shaking. “Can you really help me? Please… I didn’t do this.” Aurelia looked her directly in the eyes and gave her a small, reassuring smile. “I’m one of the best defense attorneys in New York. Trust me.” Something inside Amelia relaxed just a little. For the first time since Rebecca disappeared from the case, she felt a tiny spark of hope. Maybe… just maybe… she still had a chance. The judge entered the courtroom.

When I stepped out of the room, cuffs were placed against my wrist again, and although I knew it was coming, it took a lot to quell down the panic attack that was trying to resurface. “Wait,” I said, my voice breaking before I could stop it. “Where is my lawyer? He hasn’t…he hasn’t come yet.” “Move.” the officer said, staring at me with a hint of pity. That was enough of an answer for me. The public defender who barely looked up from his tablet when I tried to explain myself, who nodded absently while headlines flashed across his screen was nowhere to be seen. I was not really surprised because I had known deep down that he didn’t care about me, I was just a trending case and he only took it