The Lawyer Marni Mann Novels & Stories

She remembered the voice on the phone — cold, threatening — promising that the nightmare wouldn't end until she left Alessandro. And she remembered Beatrice’s sneering face, the cruel way she had laughed when Antonia was at her weakest. No. She had to do this. For her boys. For herself. Squaring her shoulders, Antonia climbed out of the car and walked inside. The law firm’s receptionist was kind but professional, ushering her into a private office almost immediately. The lawyer — a woman named Marianne Hartman — stood as Antonia entered. "Mrs. Amato," she said warmly, extending her hand. "Please, have a seat."

And now… I was walking right back into that lion’s den with him at my side. He parked and got out. I followed, legs unsteady despite trying to look composed. Marvin opened the door for us. When his gaze landed on me—his face froze for a split second. My heart plummeted into my stomach. Brandon didn’t notice. “Marvin, this is Natalie. She works as a lawyer at York International.” Marvin blinked rapidly, recovering just in time. “Good afternoon, Ms. Natalie,” he said, smooth but a bit too high-pitched.

Cruz asked out of curiosity. Tennessee Marino was the leader of Cruz's legal team and she is one of the best lawyers in LA. She is very good at manipulating the court to her favor which was why she has never lost any case. "You have never been interested in the process. Why now?" Dave asked curiously. "That's because there's never been a case when someone's life is on the line. I don't want you manipulating this case to the victim's disadvantage. Tell me what you Tennessee is planning or I will call her here myself." Cruz threatened.

Fearing that it was Marina, I picked up with trembling hands. “Ella Morgan speaking.” “Good morning, Miss Morgan,” a deep voice greeted me on the other end. “This is Samuel Lawrence. I believe you’re handling Mr. Logan Barrett’s case.” My heart skipped a beat. Samuel Lawrence was the lawyer working for the business owner who was suing Logan. “Yes, Mr. Lawrence,” I replied, maintaining my composure. “How can I help you?” Mr. Lawrence continued to prattle on about his client’s requests; everything from an enormous sum of money to a public confession.

After that, he averted his eyes to a corner other than in our direction. "That will not be necessary. I apologize for you having caught my wife and me in this situation," my head spun as fast in Marlon's direction as Fernanda's hand went to her mouth and her eyes widened even more than they already were, "but I simply could not control myself. You know, newlyweds," he concluded, giving the others a wink. "I understand," said the lawyer, still not looking at us. "Very well, shall we get down to business?" the man asked finally.

he commanded. After about half an hour, the man Anya mentioned arrived. As expected, the person standing before him was the same man he’d seen in the photos Laureen had sent. So, he really was putting in the effort to nullify the marriage, huh? As if Zach would let them! As the man approached his desk, Zach didn't take his eyes off him. He decided then and there that Cyan had terrible taste in men—himself being the obvious exception. "Good morning, Mr. Samaniego. I’m Kirk Nathaniel Anderson, Miss Natividad’s lawyer," the man said, extending a hand.

The name sounded familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. “Evelyn Green?” Delia repeated, a questioning look on her face. “She’s our family lawyer, dear,” Mandy explained. “She’s handled all of our legal matters for years. She’s incredibly sharp, and very discreet.” Martin nodded in agreement. “We’ve spoken to her briefly, explained the situation. She’s prepared to help you with the divorce proceedings.”

Samanvay was stunned. Oh, all his anger vanished and in its stead pride and lust took over his senses. His wife looked hot showcasing her authority like this. Fuck! He wanted to be alone with her. But first, he needed to witness his wife's bossy avatar a little more. Manya gave Veer a warning glare. “I want to talk to my husband alone.” “You can't. Only his lawyer could do that, if you want to talk to him, bring me the permission of the judge,” the inspector said and Manya’s eyes turned sharp around her corners. “I am his lawyer! Now leave, I want privacy with my client!”

, the man asked, interrupting Mara's thoughts. "Oh yes," her boss nodded. "Mara, here's the crazy boy who will represent your boyfriend." "Don't mind her. My name is Mike," the lawyer said with a charming smile and a wink, stretching out his hand for a handshake. Mara took his hand and then let it go just as fast. The lawyer sat down beside Angela and nudged her with his elbow. "Go get me a bottle of wine, wife." "Your client ordered for water; that's what you will have," Angela shot back, shifting away from him.

The man said solemnly, “You should try to hold back as much as possible in the future. You know what happened in Minneapolis, so it’s better to be cautious in this case. You have to be careful. If her lawyer finds out about this, they will likely sue you when the time comes.” “F*ck.” Jim said disdainfully, “I don’t think this woman can do anything at all. She is an Oskian and will not be able to hire any great lawyers in New York. If a public welfare lawyer is assigned to her, I have ten thousand ways to shut them up.”