Page 92 of Remi's War (Four Dark Horsemen 2)

Before I can ask any more questions, he exits the car, and Van opens the door for me. Remi reaches me in seconds, opening his hand. I place mine in his, getting out as all the chiffon flops around me, and I huff in exasperation.

My eyes travel upward. The skyscraper’s so tall my neck arches to look up, and then I move my gaze back down to the entrance. “You have an apartment here?”

Not that the building doesn’t reek of luxury, but somehow I expect the Four Dark Horsemen to own land and mansions with huge amounts of stuff.

My family is well off, but we aren't super wealthy. Not even on the old Walsh’s level, much less the Four Dark Horsemen.

And yet, even we have a grand, expensive apartment in France.

Remi shakes his head, and I’m confused even more. Is he renting an apartment?

He locks our hands once again and tells Van, “I’ll call you tomorrow. You’re free until then.”

The man tips his chauffeur’s cap to me. “Thank you, sir, and goodnight, miss. Congratulations on the wedding, by the way.”

“Thank you,” I manage to say before Remi drags me to the building, where the smiling doorman greets me.

Classical music echoes in the air while flowery scents from the orchids and roses surround me in the wide, luxurious hallway with its glistening white marble floor.

A crystal chandelier sways slightly under the AC and reflects colorful lights around us. Leather chairs and couches occupy the lobby with a couple of receptionists at the desk.

There is even a coffee and tea machine along with some delicious pastries nearby so everyone can blissfully enjoy their time.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think he brought me to a hotel, because I’ve never in my life been to such a building before.

No wonder he likes to stay here.

“Mrs. Reyes. Just heard the news.” The doorman’s eyes flick to me. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you,” I repeat like a parrot while Remi just nods at the man, pushing us toward the private elevator and pressing a button. “That seemed a bit rude. The man is glancing your way as if he wants to say something but is holding himself back.”

“We’ll talk tomorrow. Someone probably liked one of the apartments and wants to buy it. He needs to negotiate the price with me.”

The elevator dings loudly and then slides open, letting us enter. Remi presses the P button for the penthouse.

Well, I’m not surprised about that.

My brows furrow. “Why would he discuss that with you?”

His great business skills are common knowledge; usually whatever deals he makes or ventures he starts are very successful. But still. Isn’t it weird that people prefer to discuss stuff with him before buying it?

And does he really have all this time to help out every buyer?

“I own the building.” My jaw drops open at this, my eyes widening, and he laughs, gently tipping my face up with his finger. “You married a billionaire, darling. There isn't anything in this world I can’t get. Just wish for it, and it’s going to be yours.” I’m too stunned to speak while calculating the worth of this building.

There is rich, and then there is rich. Clearly Remi and his friends reside in the latter part of the spectrum.

Somehow, this knowledge saddens me though, because now I truly understand that unless he wants to let me go, I won’t ever be free from this marriage.

At this point, I wish he’d never brought me to his dungeon as bad as it sounds and shown me what a monster he can be. Because then I could almost convince myself to be happy with him for whatever time this marriage will last.

I grew up around art and artistic people who believed in love at first sight and romance, so rational thinking dictated my choices. This whole thing could have charmed me enough to believe in fairy tales.

Only Remi was honest, and his honesty complicated things for me so much that now I don’t know what to do with myself.

Although I guess I should be grateful to him.

At least there are no secrets between us—well, regarding his personality that is.

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