The Lincoln Lawyer Novels Novels & Stories

Celine’s Pov Playing with little Henry at the park was a way I employed to escape the tense feeling and the atmosphere of futile efforts. After realizing that Aaron Lincoln was my dad's lawyer and the one in charge of the case, I put in all the effort I could to assist him, doing the little we could to sabotage and overturn the verdict. But the more we dug into the case, the more complex it became. Williams had been involved in so much fraud, and fighting the case only uncovered other hidden aspects of his dealings.

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 lawyers are taking over. When Marco finally snaps, don't be the one standing in the splash zone." Sally bolted without a word. The study doors felt lighter today—unlocked, Lina walked in, her boots muffled by the Persian rug. She had a leash, sure, but it was long enough to reach the mahogany desk. She knew the rules: touch the drawers or the encrypted workstation, and the silent alarms would bring Hugo and his goons before she could blink. Lina sat on the leather sofa, pulling a notepad from her jacket. her mind was locked on Ella Khan—the kind of lawyer who didn't just win cases, but erased them.

“Because I want to understand one thing. You did well enough frightening your little receptionist, so much so that when she hears the name Sinclair she shakes like a stray dog. But that’s not why I’m here. I’m here because of what you dumped at my door the other day.” “I don’t understand you. And if I said I did, I’d be lying,” Lincoln replied. Smooth. Always pretending to be ignorant. That was his specialty: acting clean while wading through the filth for me. But sometimes the act wore thin. I leaned forward, catching his eyes. “I want to know whether you’re completely useless or not,” I said. “Those lawyers who barged into my office the other day asking about the will, yes, we chased them

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.

Emily replied anxiously. "Calm down, Gordon still has reservations about killing me. Is the Crawford case still ongoing, Em? I hope my kidnapping won't change anything. Finish the case and don't pay attention to all the noise around you. Three terms in the Senate with too many crimes on his hands should earn Gordon a fitting punishment," Lincoln said firmly. He fully supported Emily's efforts to uphold justice. Emily massaged her temples, which were beginning to ache. Her head was pounding from the constant pressure caused by the Crawford case. The media was also starting to sniff out the case and chasing after it for a hot scoop that would shake up the entire city of Chicago.

“No, Alison. How dare you. You think standing here behind a man makes you important? All I see is desperation. You’re jobless, useless, and hiding under a my stolen shadow as Mrs stone. Meanwhile, I built a career. I made a name. And I did it without dragging anyone down.” "So what?!" Alison’s voice cracked as she shouted, “You’re nothing but a washed-up—” “Enough!” Lincoln barked, stepping between us. His eyes flashed with that old fire, the kind that once made me both furious and weak. “Both of you—stop it.” I rolled my eyes and turned on my heel again. “I don’t have time for this circus.” But before I could take a step, his hand caught me again. Stronger this time.

“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.

Lincon was filled with resentment for Bella and me, and he will not spare any chance to humiliate us in the court. "My lord, can I ask you a question if you don't mind?" He looked to Uncle Joseph for his permission. "Sure, go ahead." He gave him a nod and motioned for him to continue. "My lord, where did you spend your last vacation?" Lincon’s question took me off guard. How can he question a judge with such personal stuff in the courtroom? There is no doubt that Lincon is a very smart and talented lawyer and is well known for his sharp arguments and beautiful word web play game.

She could only wander among these big shots, day and night. "Let the legal department arrange a lawyer for her." Dawson was also a man of his word. Lily nodded. Because she had received someone's package, Lily also helped when they were looking for a lawyer. The legal department of the group had approximately twelve senior lawyers. The gold medal lawyer was employed by Dawson, and no one dared to touch him. Lily recommended the second-ranked lawyer, Josiah Fenner. Sienna was very sociable and directly invited Josiah to have dinner, suggesting they could chat while eating.