Chapter 27
Remy looked at Lyra first, his expression gentle but serious. "I've already secured the evidence against the Parstons and made sure Victor and his father face criminal charges.
But I'm going further. I've prepared a proposal to inject $20 million in capital into Castellane Real Estate Group in exchange for a 35% ownership stake and a seat on the board.
With that capital and my market predictions, I can help turn your family's business into a global real estate giant within five years.
You won't just inherit a struggling company trying to survive. You'll lead an empire that your great-grandfather would be proud of."
Lyra's silver eyes were shimmering with tears. "Remy, that's.....that's too much. You're giving my family a fortune. Why would you...."
"Because I love you," Remy said simply. "And because it's a good investment.
My Foresight shows me that real estate in this region is going to boom over the next decade. Helping your family succeed helps me succeed. It's not charity. It's a partnership."
He turned to Nyx, his voice softening even further.
"I know you've been struggling since your father cut you off. Working at the bookstore, living in that tiny apartment, worrying about tuition and rent, and whether you can afford to eat something other than ramen.
I've set up a research foundation, the Nyx Harrington Foundation for Independent Scholarship.
It's endowed with $10 million. You can pursue the knowledge you love without your parents' pressure without grinding yourself into dust chasing their approval.
I want you to be the powerhouse the world needs, not just a girl with a perfect GPA who burns out by thirty."
Nyx's coal-black eyes were wide, her usual stoic composure completely shattered.
"A foundation? In my name? Remy, that's...I can't accept that. It's too much. I need to earn my own way. I need to....."
"You can run it," Remy interrupted gently. "Direct the research grants, choose the scholarship recipients, and build it into something meaningful.
It's not a handout. It's a platform for you to do what you do best, identify brilliant people, and give them opportunities. Please, Nyx. Let me help you be free."
Finally, he looked at Indigo, and his expression was perhaps the most tender of all.
"The modelling world can be hollow. You know that better than anyone. It took your beauty and made it a commodity.
It took your worth as a human being and reduced it to how you looked in photographs.
I've acquired a production studio, Iris Entertainment. Independent films, ethical fashion campaigns, and projects that actually mean something.
You're going to be the most successful supermodel and actress of your generation, but on your own terms.
Creating content you believe in, working with people who see you as more than just a pretty face."
Indigo's hands were trembling, her indigo eyes swimming with tears.
"You bought a production company for me? Remy, I don't even know if I'm a good actress. I've never actually tried. What if I'm terrible? What if....."
"Then you'll learn," Remy said firmly. "You're not hollow anymore, Indigo. You have depth, intelligence, and creativity that you've never been allowed to explore.
I'm giving you the resources to find out who you actually are when you're not performing someone else's vision of beauty."
The three women sat in stunned silence, processing offers that would change their lives completely.
Around them, the city lights twinkled like stars brought down to earth, and the cool evening breeze carried the scent of autumn and possibility.
"You're doing all this for us?" Nyx asked finally, her voice trembling with emotion she couldn't quite contain.
"Investing millions of dollars, buying companies, creating foundations, just because you care about us?"
"Because I love all three of you," Remy replied, his voice grounded and sincere in a way that made it impossible to doubt.
"Six months ago, I was an orphan standing on a chair with a rope around my neck, ready to end everything because the pain was too much to bear. I had no future. No hope. There is no reason to believe tomorrow would be different from the hell that today was."
He paused, his golden eyes glowing faintly with emotion rather than Foresight.
"You three are the reason I want to build a future now. Lyra, you showed me that even people who hurt others can change, can choose kindness.
Nyx, you showed me that intelligence and vulnerability aren't opposites, that being strong enough to be weak is real courage.
Indigo, you showed me that transformation is possible, that people aren't defined by their worst moments."
His voice dropped to almost a whisper. "I was saved by a ghost and a goddess because someone thought I deserved a second chance.
Now, I have more wealth than I ever imagined possible. And if I can't use that wealth to give the people I love the futures they deserve, then what's the point of any of it?"
The girls looked at each other, a silent communication passing between them, surprise, gratitude, and something that looked like the final melting of the jealousy and competition that had initially complicated their relationship.
In a world where polygamous relationships were becoming more accepted, where polyamory and ethical non-monogamy were discussed openly in some circles.
They saw the sincerity in his "alpha" spirit, not the toxic masculinity that demanded submission, but the genuine masculine desire to protect and provide for those under his care.
"You're a selfish man, Remy Beaumont," Lyra whispered, a blush creeping up her neck and colouring her cheeks pink.
Her silver eyes sparkled with affection and amusement. "Declaring you love all three of us, refusing to choose, wanting everything your way. Completely, impossibly selfish."
She reached across the table and took his hand, her touch warm and certain.
"But I suppose... we can agree to stay by your side."
Indigo took his other hand, her indigo eyes bright with tears that weren't sad. "We can agree to build something together. Something unconventional and complicated and beautiful."
Nyx, ever practical even in moments of high emotion, pulled out her phone and opened a new note.
"We'll need clear communication protocols. Regular check-ins. Boundaries around time and attention. A shared calendar to ensure equitable distribution of....."
"Nyx," Lyra interrupted gently, squeezing Remy's hand. "Maybe we can figure out the logistics after dinner? Let's just... be present right now."
"But logistics are important," Nyx protested, though she was smiling now, tears running down her cheeks.
"Without proper structure, polyamorous relationships have a 73% higher failure rate according to..."
"Later," Indigo said, laughing through her own tears. "We'll make your spreadsheets and protocols later.
Right now, can we just acknowledge that this is insane and amazing and terrifying, and we're all crying on the most expensive terrace in the city?"
And they were all crying, Lyra with her silver eyes shimmering, Nyx with her analytical composure completely demolished, Indigo with tears of gratitude and relief, and even Remy, who'd been so strong for so long, feeling emotion crack through his carefully maintained control.
The waiters, trained in the art of discreet service, chose that moment to appear with the main course, some kind of elaborate preparation that none of them would really taste because they were too overwhelmed by the moment.
"To the future," Remy said, raising his wine glass. "Unconventional, complicated, and completely uncertain. May we have the courage to build it together."
"To the future," the three women echoed, their glasses meeting his with a crystalline chime that sounded like promise and possibility.
And far above them, in the invisible realm where spirits dwelt, Silas watched the scene with a bittersweet smile.
"You've done well, boy," he whispered. "You've turned wealth into love, power into service, and foresight into genuine care for others.
But remember, the hardest part isn't the grand gestures. It's the daily work of actually being present for three different people with three different needs. Don't let your gifts make you forget that."
But Remy couldn't hear his warning. He was too focused on the present moment, on three beautiful women who'd chosen something different and difficult because it felt more real than any alternative, on a future that was uncertain but bright with possibility.
The evening stretched ahead of them, dinner and conversation and laughter and the careful navigation of new relationship dynamics.
The city sparkled below. The stars wheeled overhead. And four young people tried to build something that society said shouldn't work, but that felt, in this moment, absolutely right.
The transformation was complete. The victim had become a hero, the outcast had become desired, and the suicidal boy had become a man with futures to protect.
But the real story, the story of whether love could survive wealth, whether three women could truly share one man's heart, and whether unconventional could become sustainable, that story was only just beginning.
And Remy Beaumont, with his golden eyes and divine gift and his multi-million net worth, was ready to find out.