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.
"Not the land," Juan said, his voice low as thunder. "The woman."
End of Chapter 1.
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. corazon salvaje capitulo 1
Then his gaze slid past Aimeé. It landed on Mónica.
He turned and vanished into the rain. Mónica's legs gave way. She sank to the floor, her heart no longer a cage of hummingbirds, but a drumbeat of terror—and something far more dangerous.
"You are a fool, Juan del Diablo," she said. "I never loved you. I was playing a game. And you lost." His eyes found Aimeé
Juan took one step toward Mónica. Then another.
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.
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. A tidy union
"Your inheritance?" Andrés sneered. "You are a bastard. You have nothing."
Hope.
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.
"You," he whispered. Not a question. A recognition.