Lawyer Lincoln Novels & Stories

Calix did not know what to say anymore. “Calix, why do you apologize to him? She hit me!” still screaming, Lindsay was not having it. Calix had almost run out of his patience. He had never regretted taking her out as much as he had that day. He gnashed his teeth and said, “Bitch shut your damn mouth! This is Mr. Lincoln, from Lincoln Group. The richest man in this country!” “What?” Lindsay finally came back to her senses. She looked at Fredrick in disbelief as if she had seen some monster.

I could feel that she wasn't outside of the room I was in at the moment. I knew that she wasn't there because I heard light steps to show that she was already departing from the scene. "Ooh my goodness, Jake, please, text me," I muttered to myself as I sat down... Lincoln had finally gotten to the court and greeted his friends and refused to gaze at his father. To him, he felt that he would have won since Michael hadn't brought him any negative news so far about what he had told him to do. Even though Thomas kept looking at him with concern since no matter what was happening, they were still blood, he pretended as if he was present at the court.

“All of the sudden, Lincoln’s father who has retired from the government for years, living happily with his family has suddenly fallen ill and was rushed to the hospital yesterday. No news about him yet. Including his mother, who was the newly appointed commissioner of police has been relieved of her duties. The reason is bribery. Right now, Lincoln is exposed, he is on his own. The lawyer prepared by his father had already redrawn from the case last minute and won’t be appearing in court.” Davien shakes his head slowly, “All the evidence that Lincoln submitted to the jury has been stamped as invalid and inclusive within 48 hours. He is losing, yet he is still pushing to take the Alpha to co

She arrived at the law firm at exactly eight o’clock. Barely five minutes after she sat down in her office, Hunter knocked and stepped inside. “Liz, Mr. Lincoln and his lawyer are here.” She nodded. “Alright, take them to the conference room. I’ll be right there.” “Got it.” Ten minutes later, Liz pushed open the door to the conference room. “Sorry to keep you waiting.” Mr. Lincoln’s lawyer, Tim Chapman immediately stood. “Ms. Smith, it’s been a while.” “Mr. Chapman, long time no see. I didn’t expect we’d meet again under these circumstances.”

I should’ve radioed it in. Instead, I let him walk me to the corner diner. We sat in a booth until dawn, trading jabs and half truths over bad coffee and burnt toast. And when we stepped back into the morning light, he said something I never forgot: “Someday, you’ll understand the difference between justice and the system that pretends to protect it.” Five Years Ago – My Apartment, After Midnight He was soaked when he showed up rain dripping off his dark hair, coat clinging to his frame like the storm had followed him from hell.

The lawyer walks away. But it wasn’t. I leaned back and stared at the ceiling, letting the memories of the courtroom wash over me. Her lawyer's voice cut through everything, calm and controlled, steady even when Samuel Drake tried to tear him apart piece by piece. I had watched that man destroy people on the news, careers and lives. He never lost like that. Yet Ms. Quinn's lawyer stood there, unshaken, turning the case around with precision that felt almost personal. He deserves an accolade too.

The woman that Lincoln tried to subdue was at least several inches taller than me. “You don’t think it’s worth mentioning that your husband left you to drown for his mistress?” Lincoln was panicked but more so he was furious. He wanted justice. He wanted clarity. As an attorney, he thrived to have every detail sorted through a fine toothed comb and organized to a tee but that character trait seemed even more heightened in this instance - it was personal. This wasn’t business.

“You don’t understand. You can’t—this isn’t—” He stopped, jaw working like he was swallowing broken glass. When he looked at me again, his eyes were wild with something between panic and hunger. “Find me another lawyer. Someone who isn’t—” His gaze raked over me, lingering on the conservative cut of my suit, the careful way I’d pinned my hair back. “Someone who isn’t you.” The dismissal was quiet. Almost gentle. But it landed like a physical blow, and I felt tears threaten behind my eyes.

"Your Honor, my client Declan Merritt did not act with criminal intent. At the time of the incident, he was in a disoriented mental state, and he has cooperated fully with the investigation since..." She read from her prepared statement, her voice steady and methodical. Declan nodded along from his seat, grinning so wide it practically reached his ears. I hovered behind him, watching that smug look on his face, and it made my stomach turn. He'd probably forgotten that when I took the fall for him, Serena had stood in a courtroom just like this one, saying all the same things, making wrong look right. But just as the prosecutor was about to push back, Serena's tone shifted without warning.

He looked at Arabella, and being someone good at reading people’s facial expressions and body language, he asked, “Miss Arabella, when will your lawyer arrive?” Arabella whispered as she said through her dry lips, “Soon.” Robin had just called her back, saying that his lawyer friend was on his way and should be there soon. Still impatient, President Linde kept looking at the watch on his wrist. His lawyer said, “Why don’t you go back first and leave everything to me?” “Sounds good.” President Linde stood up, wearing the clean clothes his assistant had brought over earlier. He now looked imposing again, save for the wound on his forehead that had been given first aid.