Hope.
Andrés raised the pistol. "Leave now, or I will shoot you like the dog you are." corazon salvaje capitulo 1
"You are a fool, Juan del Diablo," she said. "I never loved you. I was playing a game. And you lost." "I never loved you
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. She had never spoken to Juan
"Not the land," Juan said, his voice low as thunder. "The woman."
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," he whispered. Not a question. A recognition.
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