Corazon Salvaje Capitulo 1 -

Juan had never really seen her before. But now—the soft curve of her jaw, the fierce light in her brown eyes, the way her hands clutched her skirts as if holding back a storm of her own—he saw everything.

He stopped before the great iron gates of the Hacienda del Cielo. The house where his father's true family lived. The house that held the two women who had sealed his fate.

Juan dismounted, his boots sinking into the mud. His face was a map of old scars and newer fury. He did not knock. He pushed the heavy oak door open with a single hand. corazon salvaje capitulo 1

She was trembling. But she did not look away.

"I will leave," he said, his voice for her alone. "But I will return. And when I do, this house will burn. Not for revenge. For you ." Juan had never really seen her before

"You are a fool, Juan del Diablo," she said. "I never loved you. I was playing a game. And you lost."

The storm arrived not from the sea, but from the south. A lone rider, cloaked in black, spurred his stallion through the mud-soaked streets of the coastal town. Men whispered and crossed themselves. Women pulled their children inside. They didn't need to see his face—they knew the horse. They knew the whip-crack of its hooves. They knew the devil had returned. The house where his father's true family lived

Andrés raised the pistol. "Leave now, or I will shoot you like the dog you are."

The gates groaned.

His eyes found Aimeé. She felt the heat of his gaze and for a moment, a flicker of the old fire burned in her chest. But then she remembered: she was to marry Andrés next week. A tidy union. Two legitimate heirs, binding the fortune. She lifted her chin.

That was Aimeé. The eldest daughter of the house. Beautiful as a poisoned rose. She had once promised to run away with Juan. She had whispered love into his ear, then laughed as the Rurales dragged him away in chains. She had wanted his passion, not his poverty.