The Lawyer Marni Mann Novels & Stories

"I've been wanting to say this forever—these MMCs are all idiots when it comes to the law. They drive their FMCs to their death, and the only consequence is them feeling 'utterly heartbroken!'" "Ms. Norris is seriously my role model! Teach that legally illiterate MMC a lesson!" I immediately shared the news with Eliana. When she heard it, she broke down crying on the other end—this time, they were tears of joy. For the first time, she saw hope. She finally had a chance to completely break free from Darren. I reminded her again to stay at the house, not to go out, and to wait for the court's notice. After hanging up, I had just stepped out of the courthouse when a crowd of reporters surrounde

showed up to take the blame, he'd walk out a free man. The judge struck the gavel, and the session officially began. The prosecutor read through the charges, and then it was Serena's turn to deliver the defense. She stood up in a tailored black suit, her hair pulled back without a single strand out of place, her expression giving away absolutely nothing. She looked exactly the way she always did in court. "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..."

MARIAN. The day dawns too bright, too normal. I dress in a simple blouse and skirt that hugs my hips just enough to remind me I’m still a woman with fire left in her, and I head out to another lawyer’s office across town. No one knows I’m here, not even Celine knows. I made sure of that. The lawyer is a man in his fifties, graying hair slicked back, sitting behind a massive oak desk like a king on his throne. I explain everything to him—Velmora, the transfer, Malcolm’s cheating, my plan to reclaim what’s mine.

A man in a slicked-back haircut and a sharp suit stepped forward holding a briefcase. He pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up his nose and gave the camera the practiced little smile he had used a hundred times. The chat caught him fast. [That's Marshall Pierce!] [Top defense lawyer in the country. Crowley group's chief counsel!] [Oh good, let the pros handle her!] [May Fairfax is finished! There is no escaping Marshall Pierce!] Marshall pulled a sheet of paper out of his briefcase, cleared his throat, and read it like he was reading a verdict.

The man immediately stepped forward and restrained the woman. Hearing the stream of curses, Sean instantly recognized the type—another one of Wendy Cooper’s crazed fans, just like the man with the sulfuric acid. Sean’s eyes darkened, a cold gleam flashing in his gaze as he swept it over the trembling woman on her knees. His presence alone was enough to terrify her. One look from him, and the fan’s back stiffened. Sweat beaded on her forehead. “Who exactly is this lawyer? Why did she have bodyguards protecting her?” she wondered.

Looking furiously at the lawyer, he said in a loud and firm voice, " It will never happen Cassandra! I will never allow you to marry a good-for-nothing man like him! Open your eyes so that you will see that he is after your money and not you! Who is he anyway? Have you known him for a long time?" His question was directed to the lawyer but he was looking at his daughter who was still trembling with fear for the anticipation of more bitter words coming from her father. She was about to reply when Imman told her that he would answer himself. The lawyer who was calm and composed started to talk. "I'm Immanuel Gonzales, sir, a lawyer from a small law firm. You can inquire about me through my cli

Tears welled up as she nodded. The next day, I submitted my transfer application and began handing over my work responsibilities. When I returned home, I saw Vivian packing our belongings. We had already decided to settle in Havenbrook, so we planned to sell the apartment. Just then, my phone rang. When I answered, a strange male voice came through. "Mr. Cassian Harper, hello. I'm a lawyer from Aurum & Partners. "I'm calling on behalf of Ms. Eleanor Whitman. She has filed a lawsuit regarding a support dispute. Please receive the legal documents within the statutory time limit and prepare to respond. If you're interested in mediation, feel free to contact us."

It was Vivian. Adorned in an exquisite custom-made gown, she exuded an air of elegance and grandeur. She looked like she was going to walk the red carpet or grace a prestigious event. At her side stood a charming and refined woman in a tailored suit. Sienna had no desire to engage in small talk with Vivian. She regarded her with a sense of detachment. "Is this your new boyfriend?" Vivian cast a fleeting glance at the lawyer. The lawyer promptly rose to his feet and extended his business card. "I represent Ms. Lawson legally, not in the capacity you're suggesting."

What if one of them was Meyer? One building looked reserved, like a place for business trips, while the other looked like a mafia nightclub. Zeno sighed. He was about to walk into the reserved-looking building when he heard a lady's voice calling someone in front of the nightclub. "Come over here, Meyer! We don't want to risk getting caught." The lady's voice was thick with a Mexican accent. Zeno quickly turned and saw a beautiful, curvy lady in a sexy red dress waving to someone behind the sliding door. Zeno was entranced by her ethereal beauty, but he quickly snapped out of it when he recognized the name.

“When she’s ready, yes.” “Can I change it to Reese?” “I would be honored. Talk to your mom about it?” “No. Wanted it to be a surprise.” “I’ll call my lawyers on Monday.” “Marti?” “Probably her wife. Marti specializes in marital and divorce law. Her wife, Andrea, does general law.” “Thanks.” The younger man smiled. ‘Not just for that, but for everything.” “You’re welcome.” Reese smiled back. “Shower, you stink.” “You’re not a bouquet of roses yourself.” JD replied heading for his locker.