Julia Quinn Audiobooks Novels & Stories

“What do you want?” She lifted her chin, the tremor gone from her voice. “I want to speak for my father. For everyone they buried under silence. And I want to do it on my terms.” The knock came again, louder this time. Brandon squeezed her hand once, then released it. “Whatever you choose,” he said, “I’ll stand behind you.” Julia took a breath and moved toward the door, shoulders squared, grief transformed into purpose. Outside, the world waited. Inside, the last lie had already fallen. And she was finally ready to speak.

Footsteps on the shingles. Julianna appeared at the edge of the roof, hair loose, jacket zipped against the chill. She paused when she saw us—saw the space between us, the quiet. “Hey,” she said softly. Seraphine glanced over. “You’re late to the brooding party.” Julianna smiled—small, careful. “I was reading to Liora. She fell asleep on my lap. I didn’t want to wake her.” Seraphine’s expression softened. “You’re good with her.”

“Well damn… Our CEO’s been hiding a super secret identity! That speech was fire. I've never admired anyone like this—except for President McKenna.” “When I found out Luna was actually Skye… I nearly lost my mind. If you hadn’t stopped me, I would’ve posted online and roasted those trolls alive.” “Say, Audrey, what would happen if we let slip that she is also Miss Q? Would the world just... collapse?” Jules looked gleeful, like he was itching to cause chaos. Audrey looked at him with amusement, clearly unimpressed. Her tone turned teasing. “You’d better behave. If one word leaks, Skye already warned me—only the two of us know she's Miss Q.”

Julia continued to talk, “You've had your own share of scandals and trust me, you're loved by people. You are seen as an influential woman, you know that?” “I don't know,” I replied weakly as I sipped on my drink. “You've been involved with big names so far!” Julia told me firmly. “Julian Holland, CEO of Empire Entertainment. Duncan Mann, CEO of Duck Entertainment. Yamamoto…” “Yeah! Yeah!” I exclaimed, cutting her short. “You are lucky, girl. I am envious,” Julia muttered. “And why would you be?” I asked.

Julia's heart stopped. Who knew? And how much did they know? She felt a presence behind her and turn around, but there was no one there. "Echo," she whispered, her voice trembling. But Echo was nowhere to be found. And then, her phone rang… Julia's heart raced as she answered the phone. "Hello?" "Julia, we need to talk," a low, gravelly voice said. "Who is this?" Julia demanded, trying to keep her voice steady.

It didn’t make sense why they would even do that in the first place. I have had multiple people try to look into her life. Where she came from, who is paying for her things but it is all fucking untraceable. Whoever has her back is locking everything about her airtight. Even the fucking mafia don’t have that much security over what they do. “I’m ready to have the conversation if you are.” Daciana, doesn’t understand English anymore, apparently. She had to not have heard what I said as she settles into the chair in front of me. She fixes her expectant gaze on me.

GRAND HOTEL ~ NEW YORK CITY "That thing has been listening to us!" Juliana shouted, pointing at the broken pieces scattered across the marble floor. "Every word! Every secret! Every time we—" She stopped, her face flushing. "Every time we were together. Someone heard all of it." Adrian stared at the shattered phone, then back at her. A slow smile spread across his face. "You're brilliant," he said. "What?" Juliana asked. "Think about it." He stepped closer, grabbing her shoulders. "Whoever was listening just heard you smash the phone. They just heard a loud crash. They just heard me say 'what the hell.'"

Luca kept his head buried in his food, not making a peep. Cassandra was not having it. “Juliana, what are you doing in front of these ladies? Their husbands are right here.” I looked up, my voice icy. “She’s just one of the guys. She often sleeps right next to the men during assignments. Her words, not mine.” Juliana went white. Putting her arms in the air, she explained, “Mrs. Tutti, I’m not that kind of girl. It’s just my personality.” Cassandra smirked. “Oh? Have you slept in Carlo’s suite too?”

"Hi Caleb, it’s Julia. I need to talk to you… alone. Please don’t tell Michael. I know you’re probably at the meeting with him, but I want to plan a surprise." I sat at a restaurant, legs crossed, sipping orange juice in silence. Men were easy to manipulate when you became the dominant woman. If I had realized that in my first life, maybe I would never have known what it felt like to bleed to death. The memory hit hard. A sharp pulse at the back of my neck followed it, like a ghost of pain. I gripped the amulet hidden beneath my clothes and took a deep breath. I just needed to move forward. This time, I had the advantage. I just had to stay focused, and I would win.

" I switched the screen on my computer and showed a few scanned documents. They were all private scans of issues I'd come across in the company's accounts while I'd still been working there. On top of that, I also played a transcript of the recording I'd made when confronting Jett about the doctored company accounts. He had even threatened me over and over again in the recordings. I was able to clear my name with hard facts and solid evidence in the face of Cade's groundless accusations. Eventually, the commenters changed their mind about the entire issue. "Damn! This is stone-cold evidence! It's completely the opposite of what Cade said just now!"