Billionaire Brits

Liam McLaren: London's most ruthless financial hotshot and the big boss at Ashbury Thornton Equity Group. Just whisper his name and even the city’s toughest traders break out in a cold sweat. And lucky me, Gemma Jones, as the head of HR at his company, I’ve got a front-row seat to the McLaren Show. Brooding intensity, perfectionist demands, and a glare that could stop your heart mid-beat. Every. Damn. Day.

Edward Cavendish is the embodiment of British elite—composed, controlled, and permanently unimpressed. Born into old money and even older expectations, he carries the weight of generations of stiff-upper-lip tradition and emotional repression. A world-renowned surgeon. A ruthless perfectionist. A man who does not tolerate chaos. Which is unfortunate. Because I am chaos. He grew up in a sprawling 120-room manor with chandeliers in every hallway and bidets in every bathroom. I grew up in the staff quarters, peeking through the hedges at his world.

Patrick McLaren: CEO of McLaren Hotels. Helicopter pilot. Part-time adrenaline junkie who treats frostbite like a mild inconvenience. The kind of man who can silence a boardroom with one raised brow. Which is deeply unfortunate, because I, Georgie Fitzgerald, have been sent to his remote Scottish hotel to overhaul their IT systems. That means weeks of working in close proximity to him and his lethal combination of jawline, arrogance, and disdain. And I know exactly what he thinks of me, because the man doesn't bother hiding it.