Book 3: His True Colors

Anacá's POV

He lunged forward and grabbed my hand before I could reach my room. I was seething at Lydia’s insult. I hadn’t expected him to disappear with the bitch at his wedding. How could he do that to me? Shouldn’t he have ended his affairs before marrying me? 

“There’ll be no annulment. We’re married, and we’ll stay that way. Don’t make me force you, Anacá. You know nothing about my life. So stop overreacting to someone else’s venom and get ready to leave for Paris with me.” 

I glared at him, trying to yank my hand away from his hold. “I’m not going anywhere with you. You can go f*ck yourself on your honeymoon.” 

Lydia’s words echoed in my head. 

Do you think he can stay true to you even for a day? He sleeps with every woman available, changing them like he changes his clothes. Get a grip on yourself. He only married you for the business. His grandfather has screwed him before dying. He won’t get the family b