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.
She was trembling. But she did not look away. corazon salvaje capitulo 1
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. The storm arrived not from the sea, but from the south
Something shifted in his expression. Not pain—discovery. The final piece of a puzzle he had refused to solve. He nodded slowly, as if acknowledging a death sentence. Women pulled their children inside
Andrés raised the pistol. "Leave now, or I will shoot you like the dog you are."
"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 ."
Aimeé froze. Andrés stepped forward, drawing a pistol. "You are not welcome here, brother."