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Chapters (52)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. CHAPTER 1 - Puri
  5. CHAPTER 2
  6. CHAPTER 3
  7. CHAPTER 4
  8. CHAPTER 5
  9. CHAPTER 6 - Angélica
  10. CHAPTER 7 - Puri
  11. CHAPTER 8
  12. CHAPTER 9 - Catalina
  13. CHAPTER 10 - Puri
  14. CHAPTER 11
  15. CHAPTER 12
  16. CHAPTER 13
  17. CHAPTER 14 - Angélica
  18. CHAPTER 15 - Puri
  19. CHAPTER 16
  20. CHAPTER 17
  21. CHAPTER 18 - Catalina
  22. CHAPTER 19 - Puri
  23. CHAPTER 20 - Catalina
  24. CHAPTER 21 - Puri
  25. CHAPTER 22 - Angélica
  26. CHAPTER 23 - Puri
  27. CHAPTER 24 - Catalina
  28. CHAPTER 25 - Puri
  29. CHAPTER 26
  30. CHAPTER 27
  31. CHAPTER 28 - Angélica
  32. CHAPTER 29 - Puri
  33. CHAPTER 30 - Catalina
  34. CHAPTER 31 - Puri
  35. CHAPTER 32
  36. CHAPTER 33
  37. CHAPTER 34
  38. CHAPTER 35
  39. CHAPTER 36
  40. CHAPTER 37
  41. CHAPTER 38
  42. CHAPTER 39
  43. CHAPTER 40
  44. CHAPTER 41
  45. CHAPTER 42
  46. CHAPTER 43
  47. CHAPTER 44
  48. CHAPTER 45
  49. EPILOGUE
  50. Author’s Note
  51. Acknowledgments
  52. DISCUSSION QUESTIONS

“It doesn’t,” I said. Knowing that Martin had loved my sister was devastating and I didn’t think anything would make it better. “But if you truly like me, then answer this. What was all that nonsense about looking through my father’s drawer? You know what’s in there?”

“A chess board.”

“Yes. What’s so important about a chess game?”

He covered his face with his hand. “My father lost this entire plantation over a chess game.”

“What?” I didn’t think I’d heard him right.

“My father became consumed with chess. It was all he thought about night and day. At first, it was just a hobby. He just wanted to learn the game, but then he started buying books, learning all the tricks, all the possible combinations. He had manuals sent from Spain and some from the United States that he translated into Spanish vehemently. He studied them thoroughly. He would pose problems that he tried to solve all day long. He stopped working. All he wanted was to master the game. Your father took advantage of that. Don Armand was an innate chess player, and my father couldn’t stand it. One day, they made a bet. My father was out of his mind by then. One day, he just came and told me and my mother that he’d lost the hacienda. Just like that.”

So the hacienda belonged to Martin?

“It ended up killing my mother. Her heart couldn’t take the shame of having to move to the guest house and everybody in town knowing it. She tried for a while, but it eventually killed her.”

“You can’t be serious,” I said. His father couldn’t have lost his fortune to a game of chess, could he?

“That chess set you saw belonged to my father. It’s the board they used for the bet. Armand kept it as a trophy.”

I felt sorry for him, for the loss of his mother, of his father’s legacy, but at the same time, I was outraged.

“Is that why you’re still here?” I said. “Why you want the hacienda so badly?”

He didn’t answer.

“You thought that by marrying Angélica, you would get the hacienda, the entire plantation back?” I shook my head in disbelief. “But Laurent wasn’t in your plans, was he? And now, you thought you could get it through me?”

“No. I told you, I’m fond of you, I’ve developed feelings for you. I know it looks bad, but I’ve never felt such a strong connection to any other woman. That’s why I was never faithful to Angélica. I now see that Angélica was an obsession, a habit, and not much else.”

“But it’s also convenient that I’m Armand’s oldest daughter.”