L Lawliet Novels & Stories

Lilianna didn’t bother looking up at first, her focus trained on her manicured nails, painted the same shade of red as her lipstick. Her lawyer, Frank Arnoult, sat beside her. He didn’t even glance at us, casually flipping through papers in his leather folder. Arnoult was another Marston. The Costellos wouldn’t settle for anything less than a legal dream team, and Arnoult was as ruthless as they came. I dropped the case file on the table, the sound echoing in the small room. Lilianna finally looked up, her lips curving into a slight smile. It wasn’t friendly. It was filled with rage. By now, the whole family knew about me.

I stiffened, my hands clenching into fists. “Lucian Knight isn’t just some random Mafia lord,” Justin continued angrily. “He’s one of the most powerful men in the world! His law firm is in the top ten, his influence spans both the legal and illegal world, and let’s not forget—he’s the Lycan Knight, ruler of multiple packs. You’re playing with fire, Lyla. Before you even gather half the information you need, your head could be rolling on the floor!”

her lawyer asked in a softer voice. “No, not guilty” Lila sniffled. “You were following your heart, weren’t you?” “Mmhmm,” she nodded. “You only wanted the man you had loved since childhood to love you back, isn’t that right?” She said nothing, perhaps too embarrassed and the emotions too raw to speak. “Something went wrong, didn’t it Lila?” the lawyer continued. “It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.” “Not guilty.” “Of course not, you didn’t want to hurt anyone.”

“It’s not like that.” Dante raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Because that’s exactly what it looks like from where I’m sitting. Leo’s been pacing all night like a caged lion. Cassian’s on the phone with lawyers, and I—well, I’m trying to figure out how to keep our name from trending with the words Mafia and Investment.” Liana sighed, sitting up. “He’s not using me. He actually believes in what I’m doing.” Dante leaned forward. “Lia, he’s not just anyone. He’s Viktor Moretti. You know what that means, right?”

Sarah looked up, her eyes welling up with tears, and nodded slightly. As she began to speak, her voice trembled. Her lawyer, Kevin, stood confidently beside her, unaware of Lily's offer. Nelson, too, was optimistic about winning the case. Sarah's thoughts, however, were consumed by the prospect of gaining everything if Ethan was convicted. She remembered Lily's offer, her greed took over, and she decided to lie.

"When did the Riverton City cops start doing the dirty work for crooks?!" The short cop's face twisted in anger, and his stun baton crackled ominously. "You're asking for it! "Ms. Alora was nice enough to show you the medieval chalice, and this is how you thank her? By attacking people? Seriously, you guys have no appreciation for kindness!" Lilian stepped in front of me, putting herself between me and danger, and let out a mocking laugh: "Let's see if your backward sense of justice is stronger than the actual law."

Is staring a crime? "It is, that man might consider you a threat if you keep staring at him," he added, and I got curious and leant forward. "What do you mean?" "He is Liam Styles; you know him, right?" He questioned me, and I found the name was familiar. "The lawyer who defend criminals..." he added, and I gasped, right... But I thought Liam Styles was probably an old man, as it was known that he had a doctorate in law and always showed up in court just to defend big criminals, and surprisingly...he always wins.

Chapter 18 What's Mine. Lyla Atelo "I'm one of the solicitors for the Oakwood Corporations, you can call me Taylor Ranch." Sage's butler/driver stepped forward and brought stretched out his hand. "You have a nice home." I wondered if Michael recognised him from that night as the man who drove my car back to the house. Stealing a glance at Michael's face, I could tell he couldn't recognise the elderly man. Three other men stood behind Mr. Taylor in well tailored suits. I squinted my eyes and tried to look behind to see... if he had come.

Ivo nodded but said nothing, just staring at Law. He wanted to know how much this tattooed fuckboy knew about him. “Okay, I'll start first. My name is Lewis, Lewis Linford Hugo. I'm the vice-chairman of the Black Wolf mafia. People usually call me Law, but just for you, you can call me Hubby or Papa, maybe,” said Law with a mischievous wink. Ivo sighed for the umpteenth time. Again with the smooth talk. The man in front of him was indeed a high-class gay fuckboy.

"I’ll bring up your history of 'obsessive' reporting. I’ll highlight the break-in at the archives. By the time I’m done, the jury won’t see a hero; they’ll see a disgruntled, law-breaking stalker with a grudge. The law doesn't care about your 'truth,' Lina. It cares about procedure." Lina stepped forward, her boots thudding on the carpet. For a second, she felt a flicker of genuine fear, realizing just how deep the Moretti pockets went. "You’re a shyster for a butcher. You’re using the Bar Association to hide a body count." "I manage liability. You chase ghosts," Ella replied. "You think integrity moves the needle? It doesn't. Capital moves the needle. And right now, the needle is buried in