PROLOGUE — THE DAY HE DIED
The man Mara Villanueva hated most in the world was lying dead in front of her.
There was blood on his white shirt.
His eyes were closed.
And his hand still held the silver necklace she had given him three years ago.
Mara fell to her knees.
"No."
She reached for him.
"No, no, no..."
Someone pulled her back.
But she fought them.
"Daniel!"
His name came out of her mouth like a prayer.
The irony almost made her laugh.
Because Daniel Reyes was supposed to be her enemy.
His family had destroyed hers.
His father had taken everything from them.
Her father had spent his entire life warning her:
"Never trust a Reyes."
And she had listened.
Until she fell in love with one.
Now he was dead.
And the last thing Daniel had whispered to her before closing his eyes was:
"I never hated you, Mara."