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"Not the land," Juan said, his voice low as thunder. "The woman."

Her younger sister, Mónica, stood by the window, her heart a cage of hummingbirds. She had never spoken to Juan. She had only watched him from afar as a girl—watched him break wild horses, watched the loneliness in his eyes that no one else saw. Now she watched the rain carve rivers down the glass. corazon salvaje capitulo 1

The gates groaned.

Aimeé froze. Andrés stepped forward, drawing a pistol. "You are not welcome here, brother." "Not the land," Juan said, his voice low as thunder

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. She had only watched him from afar as

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.