The Lincoln Lawyer Novels Novels & Stories

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.

Too bad because I'd have worn one. He has two books on his nightstand. One is a business book that I'll admit sounds thoroughly boring. The other is Lincoln and His Admirals by Craig Symonds. I've read several Lincoln biographies and other books about the Civil War but not this one. I pick up the hardcover and hate the fact that my Nook reader is back in my apartment. I'd love nothing more than a good murder thriller right now.

In fact, he wasn’t that incapable of managing his daily life; in the past, he had tried to use that to attract Heather’s attention. A look of disbelief spread across her face at once, but Leon simply handed her the documents in his hands. “Here you go. Read it carefully.” He had no intention to explain to her about the things that he had done in the past which caused her to have such thoughts now. Casting a glance at him, she lowered her head to read the documents after taking them over. At first, she casually read it to fulfill her curiosity, but the more she read, the tighter her brows were knitted. It turned out that the Lincoln Family was involved in illegal activities, which was not som

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.

‎Marcus ‎ ‎I sat in the worn leather chair across from Mr. Raymond Kline’s desk, my leg bouncing with nervous energy as I watched him flip through the notes I had thrown together. ‎The lawyer’s office was small, messy, and smelled like old coffee and stale cigarettes. Kline wasn’t some high-end attorney with a fancy suit. He was the kind of lawyer who worked in the shadows...the kind who didn’t mind getting his hands dirty if the money was right. That was exactly why I had chosen him.

"But you've gone too far. How could you frame Timothy? How shameless! "From this day forward, you, Lincoln, and that illegitimate child are banished from this family. You're never setting foot in the Lancaster estate again!" Even with Langston trying to take all the blame, Lincoln didn't escape justice. The very next day, Claire sent me a video. It was a full recording of Lincoln forcing her to approach me and steal the bid documents. In truth, I didn't need her evidence. I already had everything I needed to bring Lincoln down.

“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.

" I lowered my hand, exhaling slowly as I leaned forward, placing my elbows on my knees, my chin resting against my palms. Dominic’s locked onto me, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. He had been silent this entire time, simply watching me, letting me unravel the past one thread at a time. And though he said nothing, I could feel it—the amusement, the quiet satisfaction in his eyes. He was enjoying this. Enjoying my *moment of peace*. Petra continued, her voice carrying the weight of history. “Lincoln had only one child. He was so devoted to Genevieve that he could never bring himself to love or marry again. Instead, he dedicated his entire life to raising and protecting his only son. Ever