Julia Quinn Audiobooks Novels & Stories

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!"

This was the "Deep Audit." "You think you can audit me, Julian?" Marian asked, her voice losing its silk and gaining the edge of a razor. She stood perfectly still, but I could hear the faint, high-pitched whine of a security system arming itself within the walls. "I am the one who taught you to see the patterns in the noise. I am the noise."

She wondered why Erick wasn’t in the team of Aaron’s supporters and wondered if Antonella had told the truth to Aaron. “Thank you,” Julia said, forcing her smile. She wanted answers, and she could only get them from Aaron, so she suggested if they could become private for a while. “Why not? Anything the matter?” Aaron asked. “Come with me,” Julia said as she left Armand’s house. Aaron walked past her, and when he got to the car, he asked her to get in. on the way home, Aaron played Julia’s favorite songs by Arianna McCoy to ease the atmosphere between them.

“I’ve got an audio file queued up and ready to send. Think of it as... a teaser.” He leaned in slightly, eyes glinting. “Your voice, Julia. From one of your old field recordings. Want to guess what you were saying?” “You’re bluffing.” He smirked. Tapped the screen again. A soft click, then the low crackle of static. My voice bled through—faint at first, like it was pushing through water. Warped. Hollow. But still recognizably mine. “I didn’t come to make conversation. Just the drop. No introductions. No questions. Just the money.”

Then she whispered, so softly it was almost a breath: “Three twenty-seven... eleven... nine.” Moses blinked. “What?” “A number,” Julia said again. Her voice was dry, cracking. “Remember it.” She didn’t explain. Just looked at them, all of them, with something desperate in her expression. Her fingers dug into Fiero’s forearm, knuckles pale. Samuel squinted, unimpressed. “What is this, a dying riddle? You want us to solve Sudoku while you're bleeding out?”

She seethed with anger and her eyes changed its colour for a second that made me tremble as I know she is pissed to a limit even to shift. That moment I heard, “Julia, What’s going on there??” I heard a feminine strong voice from behind. “And here she comes….” Julia, the blond girl whispered and loosened her grip on me with a fake smile. “ Hii Audrey, I was just showing the way to Dean’s office to the lost newbie. See, she is pretty much scared, poor soul” Julia said with fake attitude .

Impossible to deny. The entire auditorium buzzed with shock. Julia’s uncles— Benedict Augustine and Henry Augustine, previously confident, smug, and loud, were now being torn apart globally. Their lies, their manipulation, their greed… everything lay exposed in the most humiliating way possible. Sarah returned to the podium as the final document faded from the screen. “This empire,” she said quietly but firmly, “was Julia’s legacy. She trusted me. She believed in me. And no amount of lies will ever destroy what she built or what I’ve built from it.”