Stefanie Salvatore Legacies Novels & Stories

“Stefano didn't find you. He targeted you. He studied you. He knew exactly what to say to make a pathetic, lonely girl like you fall for him. You weren't his wife. You were a tool.” “Stop it!” I screamed. I tried to stand, but my legs felt like water. I sank back into the chair, my head spinning. “He loves me! He stayed with me throughout the hospital; he never left my side. Why would he do that if he didn’t love me?” Lucia’s smile widened, turning ugly. “He stayed with you because he was guilty. Not because he loves you, but because he almost lost his most valuable piece of leverage before he could kill your father.”

Elena would be so proud of the woman she became. Strong and kind despite everything life threw at her. She has her mother's talent and her mother's heart. I've made my decision about the will. Alexander won't understand at first but maybe someday he'll see that I'm trying to save him from becoming what I was. Too focused on legacy to remember what actually matters. My chest tightened reading about my mother and how Richard had watched me without me knowing. I kept flipping and found more entries about me scattered throughout the journal. Lily got the scholarship. Anonymous donation worked. She'll go to Miami Dade and study art just like Elena wanted.

They had always been the children of legacy, the prophecy no one spoke aloud but everyone expected to unfold. And now—now—that same legacy curled inside her. Unasked for. Unplanned. Unwanted, maybe, by its own father. But alive. What a cruel trick. Adrain’s betrayal still stung, deep and quiet, like frostbite in summer. But the child inside her? That wasn’t a mistake. That was blood. Old blood. Strong blood. Hers. And maybe that’s what scared her most. Because what if this child inherited the worst of both of them?

“If he doesn’t want me, then anyone who does want me… won’t have me either.” There’s a pause. Then Stephanie exhales slowly. “Damn… that’s… kind of sad,” she says. “I’m not sad,” I snap quickly. She raises her hands slightly in surrender. “Okay, okay.” But then….her eyes light up again. “Still…” she leans in slightly, lowering her voice like she’s about to share a secret, “he said he’s from a Mafia family.” I stiffen slightly. “And?” I say carefully. “And he’s the heir,” she adds, her voice practically glowing with excitement. “Marcella, do you understand what that means?”

Salvatore “How come none of us knew that Alvarez was also part of the participants? If I had known we could have prevented this mess, the time the energy and months spent on this is down the drain. All because you wanted to take all the glory” Stefano ranted, pacing the room like he wanted to dig it out. “The company belongs to him, it makes sense that he wants to take all the praise,” I almost wanted to reply to his sarcasm but I kept still, still in deep thoughts.

Instead, I was pulled into a living hell I didn't sign up for. ​ A brutal truth about my life suddenly hits. I was taken as a repayment for my family's debts anyway. Complaining can get myself killed as Salvatore is widely known as deadly. Lethal. ​ But in my eyes, he's nothing but an annoying big guy. ​ “I am completely opposed to the life you live,” I affirmed with so much strength and courage beneath my voice. ​ In a moment, Salvatore's facial expressions changed. The mock and humor he bore swiftly changed into the dark, cold mask he always wears.

“Please hold on, baby. Mommy’s still here.” On the fourth day, the bars of her cell creaked open. “Elena Salvatore?” She looked up, weak and pale. Standing outside was a man she hadn’t seen in months—but one she’d never forget. “Stephan…” she breathed. Stephan, her secret admirer back in college—and the only person who ever truly believed in her—stood there, his expression tight with anger and pity. “Come on,” he said gently. “You’re getting out of here.”

Plus having Gary and his friend supporting him gave him some confidence, knowing that if a battle between him and the Danvers ever broke out, the two of them with their superhuman abilities could help him win. Salvatore's confident attitude returned after he had convinced himself in his head that this time, he could go toe to toe with the Danvers, especially since he had Gary and the other guy, who had superhuman abilities. He turned away from Mrs Danvers, glancing at Gary, who gave him a nod. Salvatore then reached for his pockets and made a phone call. He was calling Liam to let him know that he had kidnaped his mom and ex wife, and if he wanted them unharmed he had to give up the ring. As

Salvatore sighed and started down the stairs, and I followed. “Just take a left at the bottom of the stairs,” I advised. “My office is there.” Salvatore opened one of the stained-glass doors to my office and walked in. I motioned to the sitting area, and he sighed as he took a seat. “Do you want a drink, Salvatore?” I asked. “Please. Scotch, neat,” Salvatore replied. I poured us both a drink and handed one of the glasses to Salvatore. “You don’t understand, Nathan,” Salvatore uttered. “Isabella was promised at birth to the DeMarco family. Pasquel DeMarco’s firstborn son, Antonio. My father bartered it before he passed.”

But I'm a brunette, and Tim Frost has incredible taste. We've been busy since early morning. The girls are getting their hair done. Larisa, a former foster child, came to the orphanage for this purpose. She works as a stylist at an expensive salon. We help each other out. They styled my beautiful Leya's hair beautifully and even bleached out her freckles. Now it's my turn. "Ava, what the hell!" Leya gasps when Larisa stops casting her spell on me. I go to the mirror and freeze.