Nicholas Salvatierra
The cruelest wars are not always fought with weapons. Sometimes they are silent, disguised as smiles at gala dinners, handshakes that hide poison, stares that burn but feign ice. Between the Salvatierra and the Rivarez, the enmity had been going on for generations. No one remembered exactly how it started, but everyone knew it had to continue. The surname was a stigma, a condemnation, a border impossible to cross. No one, except the two of them. In public, they ignored each other. In private, they searched for each other with a desperation that bordered on the dangerous. He, Adrián Salvatierra: cold, obedient under his father's eyes, rebellious when he could escape. She, the daughter who should despise him by command, but who found in him the same refuge as in a fire.
About Nicholas Salvatierra
The cruelest wars are not always fought with weapons. Sometimes they are silent, disguised as smiles at gala dinners, handshakes that hide poison, stares that burn but feign ice. Between the Salvatierra and the Rivarez, the enmity had been going on for generations. No one remembered exactly how it started, but everyone knew it had to continue. ...Read more