Juliette Barnes Nashville Novels & Stories

Seeing Nash rolling up his sleeves and working, Julia remarked, "Is this really necessary?" "This is what I should be doing," Nash replied. Julia, standing by the stove, still had her reservations, despite Nash's display of humility before her. "I know the York family is affluent and influential, and there are many women who would aspire to marry into it. Our Nina might appear to be marrying up, but she's the most precious person in our family. If you have other choices, don't hold her back."

“Let’s go wash our hands, and then you can get out of here.” After they each washed their hands in Barnett’s private bathroom, Barnett returned to his desk, and Lily collected her things. A knock on the door caused Barnett to cringe. “Something wicked this way comes,” he mumbled. Louder, he said, “Come in.” Julia walked in with one male and one female assistant on either side of her. She wore a sleeveless blue dress that tightly hugged her body down to her knees with a matching pursue and low heels. Her white designer sunglasses hid her eyes even indoors.

" Go and get ready. I will be ready soon," " Okay, Mommy!" Natalie excitedly jumps on her spot and runs to her bedroom. Juliette's eyes fill with tears as her lips curve with heartbreaking sob. She was planning to decorate, booking the hotel room and having a beautiful family trip together with everyone. But she doesn't know what to say or do anymore. Suddenly her heart becomes empty and numb. She thought William always prioritize them. But seems like William still is same as ever. A workaholic who would rather abandon his family than leaving the work.

I stepped inside, still a bit unsure of what was to come out of this. Juliet paid me no mind for three long minutes, and she didn’t offer me a seat either. She just remained behind her desk, reading something on her tablet. “I saw you made the news headlines yesterday.” She suddenly looked up, and my heart sank. “I’m so sorry, ma’am. Please, I can explain, it was…” “I didn’t ask for an apology.” She cut me off, eyeing me from head to toe. “You know Zinnia Carter?” She folded her hands neatly together. “When I hired you to be Dylan Reed’s concierge, I thought you were a girl with dignity and self-respect.”

Chapter 13 – Green or Honey Juliet Pierce Disappointment… Yeah, that word pretty much sums up everything I’m feeling right now. It shouldn’t hurt this much. Noah isn’t the first, and I’m sure he won’t be the last to reject me in an interview just because I’m a mom. As soon as I reached the lobby, Jenny came rushing over. “Juliet!” She was out of breath. “What are you doing down here? Mr. Blake was supposed to take you to HR himself!”

From fury. “She took my father, Alec. She’s not getting my business too.” He grabbed her hand. “She’s coming for everything. But we won’t let her win.” Zara looked him dead in the eyes. “Then let’s give her a war.” — Juliette Vaughn was a storm in red silk. She stood atop her downtown high-rise suite, sipping champagne while watching footage of Zara’s fashion show debut. Her black heels clicked against the marble as she laughed.

Lucas was the one who drove. "I just remembered something now." "What's it?" Lucas asked. "I'll be going on a Business trip for two days." CARTER'S RESIDENCE Juliet stood by the balcony as she stared out into the night sky. The night breeze, blowing gently across her face. She sighed as she remembered what happened when she went to the Publishing Company. She was still grateful that he didn't fire her. She had successfully signed the contract, and also given the manuscript to the editor. But like she said, that was just a side hustle. She had already submitted her credentials in different companies and she was now waiting to be called for an interview.

It bounced once, but she didn't spare it a second glance as she made her way from the patio to the inside of her home. Therapeutically, she cleaned the apartment with a fine-tooth comb. After covering the common area, she had made her way to the bedroom and began to strategically reorganize her belongings. It took a few hours, but she had managed to finish her bedroom and collapsed on the floor with her back against the side of her bed. She pulled her knees to her chest and finally let a few tears of frustration fall. Juliet had worked hard to become successful enough as a freelance journalist that she could do it full time. Unfortunately, as businesses restructured for the continuously chan

“He wouldn’t even have to know! Why can’t the men in my life just let me live it?” “You’re technically not even old enough to be here,” I remind her. She holds up a finger. “Ah, but I’m old enough to work here! I looked it up before I came in to interview.” Rather than stopping short in front of the desk, Juliet starts to round it, coming to my side. My eyes unwittingly drop to her legs- those fucking legs- which is why I’m not paying attention when she leans in and steals my glass of bourbon, bringing it to her lips and downing it like a shot. She then flashes me a smile, setting the glass back down as she hops up to sit on the edge of the desk.

Juliette thought for a moment, then blushed and said, "The inspiration came from my fiance." The reporters instantly lit up. "May we ask who your fiance is? Is he also in the art world?" Juliette hesitated, but Dad grabbed the microphone and announced proudly, "Her fiance is the successor to Sinclair Group—Leon Sinclair!" This interview sparked heated discussions. Labels like "high-society wife" and "genius artist" quickly captured everyone's attention. Leon's father, Joseph Sinclair, even appeared in person to confirm Juliette's status as the Sinclair family's future daughter-in-law.