Lincoln Lawyer Novels Novels & Stories

What is she writing? "What was your life before this?" "Your honor, objection relevance?" says Lincoln's lawyer, Mr. Sawyer. "Sustained." "Fair. You care for Carter, correct?" He nods his head. "So that means you would do anything for him? Take him out of bad situations?" He nods his head again. "Look at this," she pulls out papers placing them in front of him. I tap Lincoln's shoulder and he shrugs, he's just as confused. "Here are records of Lincoln's reckless driving and his previous anger problems. Right here shows how he trashed a whole car, drunk. Had to spend the night in jail."

Flint grunted in understanding and faded away. I met Lincoln in the parking lot. I played the part the world believed me to be quite well. A rich bachelor who had a business he helped build with his father. A man who dotted all the I’s and crossed all the T’s. Donated to every foundation around by day and whisked away eligible ladies by night.

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.

“And not every lawyer is driven solely by the chance to make money.” “How noble,” Cassandra said, and I wasn’t sure if she meant it or if she was being sarcastic. “But I’ve looked into your background, Ms. Reyes. You defended Kane Drax—a criminal with ties to organized crime. You were even accused of helping him escape from federal custody. Even after you proved your innocence, you started a practice that seems to focus on representing… let’s just say, ‘unconventional’ clients.” “I represent people who haven’t been fairly treated by the legal system,” I explained. “There’s nothing unusual about thinking that everyone deserves good legal help.”

Then he leaned over and signed his signature on all of them. “You are now as powerful as me, and not because of my name.” Mr. Ford uttered with pride in his eyes. “I should take my leave.” Lawyer Lincoln said as he stood to his feet. After gathering all the papers, he left the study and gently shut the door behind him. “Do you know the Johnsons?” Rome asked out of curiosity. “The who?” Mr. Ford asked. “The Johnsons. They have a son named Dash Johnson.” “That name doesn't ring a bell.”

Carol shook her head in refusal just as Lincoln walked in. "It's okay. Adelina is pregnant for my legitimate son, Oliver," he laughed. "What? No. You're lying!" I shouted. "Mother! Adelina hasn't come to visit me since I've woken up. Let her die with the rest of them," Lawrence said defeated. "He's lying. Adelina has set at his bedside everyday until he found out about the pup," Lincoln shrugged. "What are you going to do with us? As the former Queen, I am free to ask for sanctuary," I said dismissing the previous conversation. "You could ask for it if anyone knew you were here. Until then, you both will sit in the gallows where you belong," he coldly said. "We were once your family, asshole

Lincoln smiled coldly without saying a word but only pat her hand. "Lincoln you're in front of the board of directors so have a little decency!" Came a sharp voice from Conan Harvey and Lincoln raised a brow at him with utter displeasure. "Have a problem with me been intimate with my wife!!??" Lincoln said with a freezing smile and Conan just turn to look at the directors present. "Lincoln what do you have in your defense??" Conan asked nevertheless and Lincoln placed his hand under his jaw leisurely. "Defense against what exactly??"Lincoln asked with a calm face.

“After Lucas and Grant defeated me in that bid, I looked deeper into your background. Your work caught my attention—it had the same style, the same brilliance as our father’s. At first, I thought it was a coincidence. But the more I dug, the more everything pointed to you.” I blinked. “You said Clarke and Grant worked for you, can you tell me more about it?" Lincoln shook his head. “Not entirely. I paid Clarke once to help me sabotage Richard, but I never imagined she was already scheming from the inside with Grant. Their personal vendetta wasn’t part of my plan.” I nodded slowly, piecing everything together. Lincoln’s world was far more complicated than I had imagined.

It is none other than Lord Brendan’s own private study, a room that is locked and forbidden to all those aside from the lord himself, and his most trusted advisor: the General who has tasted only the sweetness of victory, each time he has stepped onto the battlefield. Lincoln tilts his head. And then, in a motion too quick for an ordinary man to catch, seizes the dagger laying innocently across the desk, and hurls it across the room. It sinks itself into its target. A gasped expletive fills the air. Lincoln picks up a second dagger, its blade gleaming under the single line of moonlight spilling in through the sliver in the curtains. This, in the next breath, he throws with lethal accuracy.

Lincoln, Greer, and Associates. The firm was well-known, with a reputation for being ruthless and effective. But it was one name in particular that caught my attention. Declan Lincoln. He was the founding associate who had never lost a case. The reviews were glowing, praising his tenacity and willingness to fight for his clients. People said he was a shark who would do whatever it took to win. That was precisely what I needed. I couldn't find a single bad review about him. Every article and every testimonial painted him as the perfect lawyer.