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Chapters (73)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. PART ONE
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. PART TWO
  16. TWELVE
  17. THIRTEEN
  18. FOURTEEN
  19. FIFTEEN
  20. SIXTEEN
  21. SEVENTEEN
  22. EIGHTEEN
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. PART THREE
  38. THIRTY-THREE
  39. THIRTY-FOUR
  40. THIRTY-FIVE
  41. THIRTY-SIX
  42. THIRTY-SEVEN
  43. THIRTY-EIGHT
  44. THIRTY-NINE
  45. FORTY
  46. FORTY-ONE
  47. FORTY-TWO
  48. FORTY-THREE
  49. FORTY-FOUR
  50. PART FOUR
  51. FORTY-FIVE
  52. FORTY-SIX
  53. FORTY-SEVEN
  54. FORTY-EIGHT
  55. FORTY-NINE
  56. FIFTY
  57. FIFTY-ONE
  58. FIFTY-TWO
  59. FIFTY-THREE
  60. PART FIVE
  61. FIFTY-FOUR
  62. FIFTY-FIVE
  63. FIFTY-SIX
  64. FIFTY-SEVEN
  65. FIFTY-EIGHT
  66. FIFTY-NINE
  67. SIXTY
  68. SIXTY-ONE
  69. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  70. Keep Reading …
  71. About the Author
  72. Also by Barbara Taylor Bradford
  73. About the Publisher

Several hours later, on this lovely May Saturday, a group of men gathered outside the church.

All of them wore Savile Row-tailored morning suits, each with a white rosebud pinned to their lapel. They waited, chatting and smoking, for the arrival of the bridegroom.

One of them, Harry Peterson, was the best man, the others ushers. All had been friends for years.

Harry said, with a chuckle, ‘It’s like the gathering of the clans yet again. We were here in March when Robert married Vanessa. Now it’s Adrian and Moira today. Do you think there will be a third soon?’

Jack Fields grinned. ‘I don’t even have a girlfriend, never mind a fiancée. But I am on the lookout for a cracking young lady if you have any contestants.’

They all chuckled, and Harry said, ‘I’m enjoying my freedom for the moment, since my last lady love has just dumped me, shall we say. But I don’t care. I’m just thrilled I’ve survived the disaster of my Cézanne painting. That’s a huge relief.’

Nelson Weatherby, a long-time friend of Robert’s, said, ‘Thank God for that, Harry. I just heard about it from Robert. The London gallery behaved well, I understand, and repaid you in full. And you got to keep the painting.’

‘I got the money and the painting, yes. But I only kept the money. The Cézanne had to go.’

‘What do you mean?’ Weatherby asked.

‘In France, when a painting is deemed a fake, it has to be destroyed. Immediately. That is the French law. And my art gallery in London, where I bought it, was a stickler about doing the proper thing. They insisted we follow the law to the letter.’ He grimaced. ‘When I say we, I mean myself and the London gallery’s owner.’

‘So how did you destroy it?’ Jack Fields asked, filled with curiosity.

‘I slashed it with a sharp knife. You see, no one should leave a fake in good shape. It could get sold again for a lot of money.’

‘I’m even more curious,’ Jack said. ‘How did you discover it was a fake in the first place? I mean, when you bought it, you must have thought it was really a Cézanne, as the gallery obviously did also. So, what’s the story? Do tell us.’