Corazon Salvaje - Capitulo 1

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.

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. 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. The storm arrived not from the sea, but from the south

The gates groaned.

Andrés raised the pistol. "Leave now, or I will shoot you like the dog you are." Women pulled their children inside

"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 ."