روايات وقصص ضمن Lawyer Romance Books

II When Seigfred arrived in his office, he automatically opened his computer and searched for the name of Atty. Yhera Khareel Munzana. He was stunned to see how really fierce the woman was. She placed 8th when she took the examination for lawyers, won a number of sensationalized cases and was known to be a motivational writer and speaker aside from being an author of some legal books. The young CEO made a deep breath and put his legs over his elegant wooden desk while sitting on his Vitra Grand High back Executive chair. He reached for his landline phone and called his Executive Assistant.

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

"I'm filing for divorce from Jaxon, and I need the pack's support." I expect him to lecture me but instead, there's a long pause. "This is really what you want?" "It's what I need, Dad. Please." I hate the pleading tone in my voice but I’m not above begging if it gets me what I need. "Then I'll be there tomorrow." He promises. Lastly, I call the lawyer Diana recommended. Gianna Romano. A sharp, no-nonsense woman who specializes in pack law and has a reputation for winning cases that seem unwinnable. Cases like mine.

"It's been reported that you and Don Romano were previously betrothed, Ms. Marino. Is there a personal grudge involved this time?" "Do you think the incident regarding the leaked case files of Sabini Group will have any impact on you, Ms. Marino? Do you plan to keep taking on other cases?" I stood at the top of the steps in the glaring sun and said firmly, "I'd just like everyone to know that both the law firm and I shall eternally remain committed to fighting for justice. "In addition, regarding the leak of Sabini Group case files, I will formally file a lawsuit against Dante Romano and my former assistant, Lucia Bianchi, on charges of misappropriation of trade secrets."

Just a little more effort from him, just a tiny push in the direction I want, and then—then I’ll give in, let him believe he’s winning, before I destroy everything he holds dear. “Valerie, don’t stress,” I muttered to myself with a cold smirk. “That bingo is yours.” A low laugh escaped my lips, quiet enough that no one in the building would hear. My coworkers probably think I’m still a diligent lawyer who doesn’t joke around. If only they knew the fire burning beneath this calm exterior. The rest of the day drifted by in a blur of reviewing documents and responding to client emails. On the surface, I was the perfect professional, but in my mind, every case I handled, every sentence I read, l

All I had was a mysterious sense of calm. Perhaps his regret was real, but so what? I was no longer the wife he used to hide his true intentions, and I did not want to become his salvation after his regret. “Miss Dawn.” The regular customer called out to me again, waking me from my thoughts. I turned to see him standing next to my table. He was here again today, offering me an intricate leather-bound file. “...I won’t join you,” I declined coldly without even looking at the documents inside.

I didn’t sleep. Not because Raffaele Moretti was sitting in my living room, legs stretched out like he owned the place—or maybe like he was trying not to look too ready to kill someone. And not because I had just learned that Marcus Vento, my brother’s old partner, was framing Raffaele to distract from his own sins. No, I didn’t sleep because the whole world felt like it had tilted. The law—the thing I built my life on—suddenly felt like a crooked ladder. And the only hand reaching out to pull me up belonged to a man who probably broke more laws before breakfast than I had in my whole career.

“I’ve worked with a few lawyers before, but none of them were this easy to talk to.” I gave a tight nod, keeping my eyes ahead. “And funny too,” he added with a short laugh. “We were talking about that one café near the river. She had me cracking up the whole time.” I didn’t answer. Just let him keep digging his own grave. “She’s got this… energy,” he went on. “You’re lucky to have her as your legal counsel, Mr. York.” Now that part made me look at him. “I know,” I said, a little sharper than I meant.

She started reading aloud from an article: “Listen to this—Inheritance disputes, divorce trials, foreclosure cases… lawyers get attacked most during these, not criminal court.” She wasn’t wrong. And truth be told, I had no doubt she’d become a brilliant attorney. But if I wanted her close, I needed to make a move. Fast. “Alright,” I said, raising my hands in surrender. “You win, Counselor Amber Chapman. I’ll add a new division to my firm. I’ll have the contracts drafted this week. We’ll take on criminal cases together.” But instead of looking thrilled, her face turned pale. There was something else. Something she hadn’t told me yet.