Juliette Barnes Nashville Novels & Stories

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.

he asks. “Yeah,” I say, checking the time. It’s already 6:30 p.m. I was about to leave work anyway. I’d planned to get home to Jack, but Celine was there, and honestly, I could spare an hour. I’d get home in time to still spend the evening with my son. “Now?” I ask. “Yeah, I’m already at The Croft,” Nash says, referring to the private club owned by our friend Ethan. When I walk in, Nash hands me a glass of bourbon. The first thing out of his mouth is:

Chase said, resting his hands on his guitar. “I thought it was today.” Shawna pulled her phone out of her pocket. “Hmmm.” While she searched for whatever it was she was talking about, Bree asked, “What’s Nashville Nights?” “It’s this local modeling show that country bands play for,” Griffin explained. “It’s sort of like that Christmas special that big women’s lingerie company does on TV every year, only not quite as big.” “It’s being televised on the Nashville Network this year, though,” Chase added. “It would be great publicity.”

"Stephanie! How has the baby been doing lately? I've been really busy lately, otherwise I would have accompanied you to the prenatal check-ups!" Sitting in the living room, Juliet, dressed elegantly, spoke with artistic flair. Despite being over forty, Juliet still exuded charm and took great care in her appearance. She would often visit the beauty salon, just to maintain her allure. Otherwise, how could she captivate Alexzander so much? Stephanie knew about Juliet's success in kicking out the legal wife and being brought into the house by Alexzander, taking over Mrs. Schwartz's position, while the legal wife's body was still warm.

Jamie said. Juliette kept looking at him like he just said something she was searching about for a long time. Like she found the key to his mystery. "Yeah, you must be right." she rubbed her chin. "Special." "Well, now I'm officially jealous." Jamie chuckled. Juliette was preparing everything for Lucas's birthday that was coming in two days. She already ordered the cake, and her boss made her an employee discount. For about a week, she took advantage of the time that Lucas was asleep to compose a song for him on the piano. She wanted to impress him, showing him how she improved thanks to his instructions. Juliette also wanted to sing to him one of the songs she wrote for a long time but didn

Ethan asked angrily. "We four have gathered here for a fair competition between Ethan Noel Evans and Juliet Katie Jenson." I stared at him with my mouth open, not because of his announcement of the competition because frankly I saw that coming, but because of Juliet's middle name, Katie. It was too similar to mine. So similar that it was starting to creep me out. I was Julie Kate James and I was pretending to be Juliet Katie Jenson, the daughter of a billionaire. It couldn't be another coincidence, could it? It seemed impossible to me. How could our first and second names be so similar? It was too close.

she said, and the gratitude in her voice was the shot of adrenaline I’d been holding out for. That evening Marcus surprised me again. He’d gone and done something small and enormous: he’d arranged for Juliette to play at a tiny salon the inn was hosting — a fundraising performance for the legal defense fund that would feature local musicians and amateur readings from Maggie’s ledger. He’d put a call into Rupert, who agreed to attend and had modestly insisted on bringing a friend — an elderly judge he’d known once — who’d seen the old ways of custodianship and would speak about the moral architecture of promises kept.

~Day Four, Thursday Juliette curled up, hugging her knees. She had hoped to sleep off her strange depression. She didn't know why finding out that Jaxon was about to officially ask another girl to his mate was so...upsetting. Juliette slid from her bed, seeing Jazz perched on the end of her own bed, looking concerned. Jazz had already showered, and looked primp and clean as usual. "What's wrong?" She asked gently. Juliette wasn't in the mood to pour her sob story out to anyone, especially since it was so ridiculous.

"One of the regulars, the guy in the black suit, keeps asking for a private room with you. I told him you don't do private things, but he's pushing." Juliet's stomach tightened. "I'm not doing it, Marcus. I told you before." "He pays well," Marcus said. "Really well, Luna. Think about it." "I don't need to think," she answered firmly. "I dance on stage and that's it." Marcus shook his head and left. Lila touched Juliet's arm. "You okay? You seem off tonight." "I'm fine," Juliet said. She stood up and checked herself in the mirror. The corset pushed her breasts up and the tiny skirt showed off her long legs and pink lights would make her blonde hair glow. She looked like Luna now and not Juli

Two weeks passed in a blur of events and appearances. Juliet learned to smile on command. To make small talk about things she didn't care about. To ignore whispers and sidelong glances. She was becoming Mrs. Olatunji, piece by piece. Tonight was the charity gala Selena had mentioned at the wedding. The biggest social event of the season. Everyone who mattered would be there. "Ready?" Ejike asked from her doorway. Juliet turned from the mirror. She wore a deep red gown that Femi had chosen specifically for this event. Bold, elegant, impossible to ignore.