Stefan Salvatore Wife Novels & Stories

"I knew you'd say that. Don't worry. I'll do everything I can to keep you both safe." "Thank you, Luca." "No need to thank me." The TV in the room suddenly cut to breaking international news. "Mafia Don Salvatore Falcone is offering a one-billion-dollar reward in a citywide search for his missing wife. Sources say that Don Falcone has transferred all assets into his wife's name in a bid to reconcile." The footage showed a haggard Salvatore. Facing a wall of flashing cameras, the once-untouchable man stood there with red eyes as he lowered his head to the reporters.

“Jennifer Salvatore, please state your relationship to Derek Salvatore and your involvement in this case.” Mom swallowed hard and started in a confident strong voice. “I’m his wife. And… I was involved in a way to the whole thing.” I felt her hand twitch against her lap, but couldn't reach forward to hold her hand. “Involved how?” he questioned once again. She closed her eyes briefly before opening them again. “Alaric Salvatore approached me a few years ago, long before I married Derek. We were… together for a while, and he convinced me to help him take over his brother’s company.”

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.

He came to my side and adjusted it for me. Sebastian’s face changed. Only then did Dante look at him. “Mr. Crane.” Sebastian’s mouth tightened. “Don Bellandi, I believe there has been a misunderstanding. Evelyn is my ex-wife. She has been emotionally unstable lately, and I was only—” “You called her the Bellandi family’s nanny.” Dante’s voice remained calm, but the men around Sebastian had already begun to put distance between themselves and him. “I’ll correct that misunderstanding.” Dante took my hand and led me half a step forward. “Evelyn Ward is my lawful wife, the mother of the three Bellandi children, and a co-sponsor of tonight’s foundation preview.”

After the dinner debacle, Julian stopped trying to reach me through messages. He came directly to the Costanzo estate. I didn't let him in. He stood in the rain, practically on his knees by the end. I didn't come downstairs once. There was no room for mistakes in mafia world. A man that foolish had no business being my husband. But someone even more foolish was still making moves. A post appeared online: "The Moretti heir's marriage — who's really the outsider here?" It was loaded with photos of Selena and Julian together, shot after shot of what looked like a couple.

I stumbled out of the hospital in a daze. The doctor had been smiling just moments ago, congratulating me on how healthy the baby was. Then, she casually asked, "When are you planning to register your marriage with the father?" I froze. I told her we had been married for five years. The doctor frowned and checked the system again. Finally, she turned the screen toward me. [Marriage Registration: None.] Five years ago, Enrico Salvatore slipped a ring onto my finger himself and told me all the paperwork had been taken care of. He said his position in the mafia made it inconvenient to go public.

Nicole’s eyes narrowed as she responded, “What you have in mind might be totally different from what I want.” “Okay, if you want to play it this way,” Ellen said, shrugging. “Hmm, hmm,” Nicole murmured. “I am sure you are aware that Travis Ashford got married to my stepsister," Ellen started. “Married? Travis?” Nicole asked, feigning surprise. “Oh please, it was a secret, but half of New York knows you were once his girlfriend.” Ellen waved in dismissal. Nicole’s eyes glittered with interest as she leaned forward, saying, “Now you’ve gotten my interest up. And what else does half of New York know?”