Legacies Stefanie Salvatore Novels & Stories

Chapter 28 Michael Walker sat in his office, his eyes glued to the screen of his computer. He had spent the last few weeks distracted, barely able to concentrate on his work. The news had spread like wildfire, and now every media outlet was buzzing with the story: Kaitlyn Dever, the woman he had discarded, was now Mrs. Estefan Salvatore. Michael’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of his desk, the muscles in his jaw tightening with every passing second.

She's been drinking a lot and when she's not, her body keeps trembling. "Enough Guilia! We don't have time for your nonsense" Senior capo shushes her harshly. He looks towards Salvatore and I. "As you already know that you're now the heir to the empire..." "You must be hating this so much" Salvatore suddenly chuckles. "The second, good for nothing son has to now continue your legacy" he shakes his head in amusement. "I never thought of you..."

"It is not a domestic dispute-" "-It's a matter of pride and ego, right? That's what you're saying, huh, boss?" Stephan interjected, returning the cold glare Salvatore threw his way. "It is exactly about you and your inflated ego, not wanting to see that you gave Nicole no choice. She loves you, Salvatore, and she was so goddamn desperate for you to be better because she is witnessing you like this for the first time: stressed, depressed, and just downright a dick. And I don't blame her,"

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 5) The characters : Lucas Salvatore: the alpha of the shadows pack. "Love was always known to be a cure rather than a curse. This is not the case in my story. My name is Lucas. I'm actually my pack's alpha. I've been alpha for more than I can remember, maybe 400years or maybe more and my mate "My Luna" is my curse... Her name is Stephanie, she's beyond beautiful. I never really got to know her... Why??? Well, because I got to see her death over and over again. Every time we got to see each other, she ended up dead in front of my sight" ...

“Running away with Salvatore and playing house with children. You must have thought yourself special.” I forced myself upright even as the weakness in my body betrayed me. “You don’t get to touch me anymore.” She laughed. “Touch you? Oh no. I wouldn’t stain my hands.” Her eyes flashed with venom. “What I came for is simple. A warning. Salvatore dared to marry me, then run off with his stepson to adopt children with him in this city? In this country where that kind of scandal doesn’t disappear? I will destroy your little family’s name. I will see to it that every last thread of that legacy burns.”

"She is the only one who gives you an edge. Her family’s backing secures the board and her presence beside you stops the bleeding. She is the shield you need. Save the legacy first, Xavier. You can deal with your heart later. Hearts heal but legacies don't." After he said that, then the line went dead. I stood in the silence of the kitchen, his words still buzzing in my ear like a hornet and the tension in my shoulders was so tight it felt like my bones might snap. “Save the legacy first” I walked into the living room snapping the thoughts off my head and my footsteps that sounded hollow on the hardwood floors. I looked at the guest suite door. Mira was there. She was the key and the only ed

The men behind him took away his reason weapons, twisting his hands behind his back and slapping on handcuffs. "You bastard!" "I'm just another pawn you failed to control, Salvatore," This time, he didn't call him father. It was a sign that Vincenzo had cut off ties with him. "You're right. You're just pawns. Especially you Vincenzo," Salvatore scoffed, lips curling into a smirk. "Even if you catch me and lock me up, I will still live. My legacy will live on, Vincenzo. That is something you can never change. Francesca is just the key,"

"And you knew. You knew this entire time and said nothing while I searched for answers about her disappearance." "I did not know Adriana still lived," Salvatore said, his voice cracking further still, tears gathering unshed at the corners of his tired eyes. "I believed she vanished decades ago. I never imagined she would return wearing another woman's name, hiding inside Camilla's household, waiting patiently for the exact moment both our families would be weak enough to finish whatever she started with your fathers."

At our engagement party, Michael walked on stage hand-in-hand with a pregnant woman. In front of all the high-society guests in the room, he called off our wedding. “Chloe is carrying my heir,” Michael declared. “I won’t let her suffer. You, you can stay as my side chick.” The crowd erupted into laughter. Michael’s friends cheered, passing cash around. “Told you!” one snickered. “That desperate loser won’t ever leave him. I won the bet!” “Everyone knows she’s a broke nobody. Without Michael, she’s nothing.” Michael handed me a black card with a smug smirk. “Be good, and I’ll still take care of you.” I looked at his arrogant face and almost laughed out loud. Yes, I gave up everyth

It wasn't until he had pinched Evelyn's red cheeks that Sagon was satisfied and withdrew his hand - human skin is so soft, he thought to himself. Evelyn covered her vaguely sore cheek and whispered, "Baymont will come looking for me when he realizes I'm gone." "Wow," Sagon stared at her with a grin, "Are you threatening me with that Baymont guy? Baymont doesn't care about anything, I know him too well." Evelyn continued, "But according to the tradition here, I am your father's legacy. Do you have the power to do whatever you want with me until the succession ceremony?"