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“I want no trace of this filth left by sunset. If even one image of Cassandra remains on the internet, I’ll personally tear out whoever’s responsible and feed them their spine. Understood?” “Yes, Don.” He turned, beginning to walk away. But just before he stepped into the second car, he hesitated. Then turned back, his face serious. I narrowed my eyes. “Why are you staring at me like a kicked puppy, Salvatore? You want to confess something? Or do you just want a hug? Go to your mother.” He gave a tight sigh. “Dario Ventresca. He showed up at the hospital. Asking about her again.” My chest froze. Then heated. Rage churned.

“You son of a bitch.” “I will fucking end you, Mancini,” Salvatore growled. Domenico made sure to shield me. “Lay a finger on her again, and they’ll never find your body.” A gasp left me as Salvatore pulled out his gun and aimed it at Domenico. “The body they’ll never find is y—” Domenico’s fist slammed into his face with such force Salvatore fell to the ground, his gun skidding across the floor. Domenico hissed and clutched his side, bending over. Worry knotted my stomach as I placed my hand on his back. He looked to me, his jaw clenched, and nodded.

But who? Damon Salvatore died and his heart was safely secured under Tore's guard. She hopes that it's not a serious problem or else the town will be filled with demons again. Before she forgot what she came for, Diana asked Alexis what he knew about his son. He began to feel nervous after she said if Adoneram burned while entering the pentagram line. He didn't want to scare or startled Diana because they knew what she sacrifices for her son to be born as a normal child.

I scolded. "I know. I asked Rose. And as your buddy, I had to do some research" He rubbed his hands together, trying to sound as mysterious as possible. "That's not even necessary. It's not like I'm gonna fall in love with her anyway" I said. "Let me tell you, her name is Natalie Karina Salvatore, the daughter of the Salvatore Enterprises. She's an Economics Professor and she's a part time head decorator at their family bakery which is really famous, she models part time as well and from my sources, she's the most obedient, most loved and most cared for daughter in her family" Victor explained.

“ ….No…….it can’t be . “ said mr Carlo with a fake laugh . “ What can’t be ? “ asked Lydia confused . “ The Salvatore holdings is owned by the Salvatore family . Even the Salvatore jewel stores and collections that you mentioned , are owned by the Salvatore family . “ said mr Carlo trying to get things together . “ What ? “ said Lydia confused . “ I see that you are getting the picture mr Carlo . “ said Jack . “ Don’t tell me….. “ said mr Carlo . “ Exactly what you are thinking mr Carlo . Your son in law is the heir of the Salvatore family . He is now the second in command who holds the most power and shares in the company after his father . “ said Jack with a smirk . “ You mean…….my daughte

I was yet to reach my car garage when I received a call from Jeff, informing me that Damon was in my club, I sighed and slipped my phone back into my pocket. If Damon was in the club, I'm sure he's there to cause some trouble. Without wasting any more time, I entered my car and drove off. ***** Inside one of the clubs runned by Luciano, Damon was seated at the far end of the bar, his brown hair shaved neatly and styled to the side. His brown piercing gaze scoured the entire place, an unusual smirk plastered on his lips, as if searching for something. There was a striking resemblance between him and Luciano and one need not be told that they were brothers, although their demeanor, personality

Looking at my watch, there was still another forty-five minutes until we traded off in the kitchen. Liam opened the door five minutes later, hand-in-hand with a tall man. He had short blond hair and his eyes were an electric blue. He was very handsome, and I held out my hand. Smiling, he took my hand. “Alpha Desmond, it’s good to finally meet you.” “Dillard Young, it’s lovely to meet you as well. I told my son he should have brought you over sooner.” Liam cleared his throat. “Dad, come on.”

he replied, still maintaining the smirk on his haggard face. Elder Damon stood there for some seconds before finally turning back to drop the syringe. He might have threatened to walk out of there with his dead body, but that was not his goal. The man in front of him must not die until he gets the answer he’s looking for. “Now tell me while I am still nice, where did you put it?” Elder Damon questioned, leaning on the arms of the chair the man was strapped on. “What exactly?” “You know” he hit him, hard across the face, making his lips bleed.

He smiles, “I don’t want to scare you off, Alice. I just wanted to convince you that I was there, I was the one that saved you and not the other way around. I would never hurt—“ I cut him off, “—it’s okay. I understand and I’m not scared. I just want to know more,” “Of course. You can ask me anything and I’ll be truthful,” “How old are you, Damon?” Damon is no way more than his early 30s. The way he carries himself, the way he dresses and the way he speaks, it wouldn’t cause any suspicion. However, there is just something in his gaze. As if he has been through years or even centuries as the world folds into a different era. He moves slower, he takes his time in the words he speaks. I am conf

No interviews, photographs or personal details. Another article mentioned how he loved his private life, with only a few of his business associates knowing anything about him. The guy was loaded, but something about him was off. I scrolled further. A news article popped up, and a photograph of Damien and me from earlier today filled my screen. Real Face of Salvatore Russo Spotted With His Newly Wedded Wife, Skylar Morrison. “Welcome home, Sky.” Damien's eyes met mine as he drove through the open gate and brought the car to a halt.