Corazon Salvaje Capitulo 1 〈No Ads〉

Inside, the elegant Andrés de Montemayor, his legitimate half-brother, paced the marble foyer. "He wouldn't dare come here," Andrés said, though his hands trembled.

"You are a fool, Juan del Diablo," she said. "I never loved you. I was playing a game. And you lost." corazon salvaje capitulo 1

His name was Juan del Diablo. Illegitimate son of the late Marqués de Montemayor. Outcast. Bandit. Rumor said he had been dragged to prison years ago. Rumor lied. Inside, the elegant Andrés de Montemayor, his legitimate

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. "I never loved you

"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 ."

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.

Then his gaze slid past Aimeé. It landed on Mónica.