Lawfully Yours Novels & Stories

"Find the publishers. I want lawsuits, as many as possible. Make them go under." "Yes, sir."

“You’ve just changed everything.” --- Outside, her lawyer stood waiting with impatience hidden poorly behind professionalism. When she handed him the folder, he accepted it with both hands. “Thirty certified copies,” she instructed. “Every office that matters. Don’t wait.” He nodded. “This will push through every channel.” “It needs to.” He hesitated, then asked, “And the rest of the Blackwood family?” Leya paused beside her car door. Her expression shifted — not softer, not harder, just colder. “Let them enjoy the illusion of safety. It won’t last.”

Miss Grace said. “Sure, mum.” “Have you found a lawyer already?” John asked. “I already did, I just hope that I win the case, and finally, I have what is ours, rightfully.”

“This is ownership.” His jaw tightened slightly. “That is not fair.” “It feels fair to you,” I said. “You get to decide everything.” I picked up the folder and flipped through the pages. Legal language filled the paper. Words like beneficiary, irrevocable, discretion, conditional access. My throat burned. “So this is it,” I said. “This is how you make me stay quiet.” “That is not what this is,” he said firmly. “Then what is it,” I demanded.

His cane cracked against the stone like a gavel. A gray-haired lawyer stepped forward, voice as sharp as steel. “Mr. Hamilton, the documents are clear. Miss Annabelle Hamilton is the lawful owner. She holds title to this estate and every asset tied to it. You have no legal claim.” Sophia’s face contorted, rage and panic twisting her features. “You can’t do this—Annabelle is Samuel’s daughter, and I am his lawful wife. This house belongs to him, not her!” “You may be related,” the lawyer replied without emotion, “but Miss Hamilton is an adult. The law recognizes her full rights. There is nothing you can present that changes that.”

“I’m afraid not, Miss. Might I suggest you try Brooks & Lee, downtown? They might have someone who could help.” The very mention of that prestigious law firm makes my heart sink. “I can’t… I can’t afford it,” I admit. The lawyer sighs and leans back in his chair. “Well, then, I can’t help you.” I push the contract closer toward him and tap on the clause. “At the very least, can’t you tell me that this is completely unlawful?” I ask. “Miles is a human, not property. Surely Arthur can’t—” “Actually,” the old man interrupts, “Alpha Arthur is doing you a service by taking this route instead of the more obvious one.”

The lawyer put all the papers on the table and the people inside began to read all of it. "No…this is mine! This is my company!" Yna exclaimed. "Technically, this is not yours, Yna. Sometimes, we have to use the law." Gavin intervened, wearing his annoying smile. "Get the hell out of here! You don't own anything here, Lari—" a hard slap landed on her cheek. "Candice!" Yna exclaimed when Larisa slapped her so hard that her cheek almost bled. Now, the sly smile on her lips dropped. Her eyes became deadly and sharp as she eyed Candice.

"Tell me, how well do you know the law?" "Which part of the law?" She snapped. "The part about fated mates?" I asked, and I knew I was about to shake the boat. I could almost see Mila shaking her head in disbelief—everyone knew the law, especially the part about fated mates. "The law states that I have the right to my fated mate and that I could declare war on anyone who dares to keep my mate away from me. That includes the White Moon Pack." I could hear Mila swallowing; she wasn't taking this call too well.

"Mr. Lawson knows he did you wrong, so he has transferred all of his assets to you. This includes five mansions under his name and 150 million in cash. It's all yours now. "Additionally, he sincerely asks that you visit him when you have time. Even just sending a letter would be fine; he really misses you." The lawyer spoke emotionally, but I remained completely unmoved. "No need. I don't want to." The lawyer nodded, indicating his understanding. Then, he took the signed documents politely and left. I turned to look out the window. By now, spring had arrived, and life was thriving. I would walk out of the shadows and live my life well.

The officiant started uttering, " Since it is your intention to enter into the covenant of Holy Matrimony, join your right hands and declare your consent before God" Akash and Alina both faced each other. They were looking all happy and it made a smile crept on my lips also. Akash stepped forward and took Alina's hand in his as the officiant stated, "Akash Mehra, do you give your consent to have Alina Marshall as your lawfully wedded wife, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health; for richer and for poorer, forsaking all others and keep yourself only to her, so long as you both shall