Billionaires of London
Finding love in the worldâs greatest city!
Billionaire bachelors Hugh Moncrieff and Roland Devereux might not be searching for love, but when the Faraday sisters walk into their lives, theyâll pay a price far greater than their wealth to live happily-ever-after ⦠theyâll lose their hearts.
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PROLOGUE
ROLANDâS FACE ACTUALLY ached from smiling, but he knew he had to keep it up. Apart from the fact that it was his best friendâs wedding dayâand of course Roland was delighted that Hugh had found the love of his lifeâhe also knew that half the guests were remembering that Rolandâs wife had been killed in a car accident nearly two years ago, and were worrying that he was finding it hard to cope with today.
As heâd said to Hugh at the altar, today had brought back good memories of his own wedding day. Roland just hoped that Hugh and Bella would have a lot more years of happiness together than he and Lynette had hadâand none of the misery that theyâd both kept secret, even from their family and their closest friends.
He knew he ought to make the effort to go and dance with the chief bridesmaid. Even though his friend Hugh had opted to have two best men, and Tarquinâthe other best manâwas dancing with Bellaâs sister right now, Roland knew that he couldnât use that as an excuse. If he didnât dance with Grace, everyone would assume that it was because he was thinking of Lynette, and the last thing he wanted right now was another dose of pity. Heâd had more than enough of that after the crash.
One dance. He could do that. All he had to do was ignore the fact that the ballroom in the Elizabethan manor house was full of fairy lights, creating the most romantic mood. And to ignore his misgivings about the chief bridesmaid, because it wasnât his place to judge herâeven though the little he knew about her pressed all the wrong buttons. Grace had been so drunk the first time sheâd met Hugh, that sheâd thrown up over him in the taxi; plus sheâd cancelled her wedding at the last minute. Sure, everyone had an off day or made mistakes, but to Roland it sounded as if Grace was a spoiled princess who liked alcohol too much.
And a spoiled, princessy drunk driver had shattered Rolandâs life with her selfishness, nearly two years ago. Having to be nice to a woman like that for even a few minutes really stuck in his craw. But heâd do it for his best friendâs sake. His best friend who, even now, was dancing with his brideâand Roland was pretty sure that the glow around Hugh and Bella was due to more than just the fairy lights. This was real happiness.
Which left him to man up and do his duty. Right now Grace looked perfectly demure in her dark red bridesmaidâs dress with its ballerina skirt and sweetheart neckline, and she was even wearing flat shoes rather than spindly heels so she didnât tower over the bride. Though her dark hair was in a sophisticated up-do with wisps of hair curled into ringlets that framed her faceâa seriously high-maintenance styleâand her eyelashes had most definitely been enhanced. So maybe Roland was right about the princessy tendencies. And even Tarquinâwho saw the good in everyoneâhad admitted that Grace was nothing like sweet, bubbly little Bella.
One dance, he reminded himself. Do your duty and donât let your best friend down.
At the end of the song, he walked over to Grace and Tarquin. âAs the other best man, I believe the next dance is meant to be mine,â he said, forcing himself to keep smiling.
âIt is indeed,â Tarquin said, and clapped him on the shoulder. âSee you later, Grace.â
âSee you later, Tarquin,â she echoed, then turned to Roland. âI donât think weâve been properly introduced yet. Iâm Bellaâs sister, Grace. Youâre Roland, arenât you?â
âYes.â
âNice to meet you.â She held out her hand to shake his.
Thinking, oh, please, just hurry up and let us get this over with, Roland took her hand and shook it. And he was truly shocked to find a prickle of awareness running down his spine.