Linda Fairstein Books Novels & Stories

She gestured to her companions, who hesitated before reluctantly dispersing. Once they were alone, Linda’s mask of civility dropped. “What is it, Ava? Come to lecture me on marital fidelity? Or perhaps beg me to stay out of your fragile little marriage?” Ava’s expression didn’t falter. She reached into her bag and pulled out a small folder, placing it on the table between them. “This is what I came for.” Linda’s smirk faded as she opened the folder. Inside were detailed records—fraudulent transactions, blackmail schemes, and connections to high-profile scandals. Her carefully constructed façade wavered as she flipped through the pages.

Rafe had left her to her own devices, but his presence lingered in the back of her mind, a constant reminder of her precarious situation. As the evening approached, Lia wandered into the library, hoping to find something to distract her from her spiraling thoughts. The room was massive, with shelves that stretched to the ceiling, filled with books that seemed untouched. She ran her fingers along the spines, stopping occasionally to read the titles. Most of them were about business, law, and history—hardly the escapism she was looking for. But then she noticed a small section tucked away in the corner, filled with old, worn books that seemed out of place among the pristine volumes. She pulled

"Where do we bite first, my Shark?" Lila opened her leather briefcase, her eyes turning into chips of absolute ice as she pulled out the financial tracking documents. "Linda thinks she’s safe because she used an offshore account to pay that model. But she forgot one thing." She looked up at Adrian, a sharp, dangerous smile touching her lips. "I drafted her trust fund three years ago. I know every routing code she owns. Let’s go hunting." Before she could step away, the personal phone in her pocket gave a low, rhythmic vibration.

Now, sitting at the café, she waited for Linda Stern, the sharpest reporter on this side of the Alps. Linda breezed in like she owned the joint, her leather jacket creaking, sunglasses low on her nose despite the clouds outside. She was all business, but there was always that edge of mischief about her, like she was permanently one bad idea away from pulling a fast one. She slid into the chair across from Leila, didn’t even bother with the pleasantries. “So,” she said, her voice like whiskey poured over gravel. “What’ve you got for me this time, kid? And don’t tell me it’s a knitting club you want me to expose.”

“Maisie, I… I’m here to see you. I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop on purpose.” Linda was about to burst into tears. Kennedy looked at Maisie. Maisie nodded, permitting him to leave. Maisie placed down the document. “How can I help you?” “I… I would like to inquire from you because there are many things that I’m not well aware of on my first day of internship. Maisie, you won’t think I’m troubling you, right?” asked Linda cautiously. Even though Maisie was not a fan of the Vanderbilts, she knew that Linda was only behaving in this manner because of Madam Vanderbilt’s brainwashing.

Linda’s POV As I bent down to pick up the yellow folder, a sense of curiosity mingled with the remnants of my annoyance. It felt too deliberate, too calculated to be a mere accident. Or maybe I was being paranoid. I had been through a lot, so it would make sense if I was just analyzing things way too deeply. “Gosh, I’m so sorry, are you okay?” The woman asked me, she was very pretty and looked innocent. But that did not mean that she was.

Linda whines on the base, grabbing the first book off the end table. "Actually, in case it works," Gabriel mutters, suspicious. — It needs to work.— “What do the treats mean?” Jay asks the redhead, her temple and forehead brimming with wrinkles as her somewhat blue eyes focus around her. Linda requires a couple of moments before speaking. “I think I saw them during my medical procedure,” he discovers without drawing her gaze from the book it contains. This is every time I hear that for the first time. By the time I check the front of the book, it's pretty much similar to...

CHAPTER SIXTEEN: Linda’s Abduction When Linda Childers heard the ding of the microwave, she carefully placed a bookmark in the Ruth Ware paperback she was reading and got up from the cushy recliner, leaving the book on the end table. In the kitchen she took her Banquet meal out of the microwave, sitting it on the counter to cool for a few minutes, while she made herself a cup of herbal tea. She placed the meal and her teacup on a tray and carried it all back to the living room. Settling on the sofa, she placed the tray on the coffee table in front of her. She turned on the television and found a rerun of Murder She Wrote and began to have supper.

"Please, have a seat." We settled into plush leather chairs, the tension in the room heavy. Mr. Fitzgerald steepled his fingers and leaned forward, his gaze focused squarely on us. "I've heard you two have been digging around where you don't belong." Linda leaned forward, adopting an air of confidence that had always been her trademark. "I am highly invested in improving the lives of my clients. You’re bugging one of mine." His lips curled into a thin smile that sent shivers down my spine. "I don't take kindly to people prying into my affairs, especially two women who don't understand the world they've entered."

" So, please read all of this at once and decipher what this idiot wants. If it helps with Clara's case, great, if not, tear it up and put an end to it. - Linda was speaking with authority now, like if it was my mother. Lucas had started the engine and pulled out slowly, dodging a group of reporters. At that point, there was a small crowd in front of the Sonho Feliz Creche. Inside me, a terrible nightmare loomed. As Linda suggested, as soon as I had a sandwich and a shower, I gathered all those papers on the bed to decipher them. Braga couldn't explain why it had been addressed to him. I should find out for myself. I decided that I would alternate between reading the book and the letters. It