Stefanie Salvatore Legacies Novels & Stories

Maria tried to influence Tomy to take over the Dawn Family company. As expected, Maria was the main culprit behind the accident that occurred in her in-laws. If Claire were still alive, William wouldn't have had the heart to hand over the company to his daughter because he trusted her so much. However, when Claire died, things became very complicated for William. Even though the company's ownership should have gone to Tomy as the surviving descendant, William became very hesitant since he discovered that Maria was a scheming woman. Now, William's trust turns to Belle, a 27-year-old girl who is only his caretaker. ***

"You kidnapped me on my wedding day. You killed Luca and Killian in front of me like it meant absolutely nothing. You dragged Matteo into this hell. And now you act like I'm yours? Like some twisted part of me should feel grateful?" The air seemed to tensed between us. it looks like the ocean crashed louder below, as if the entire island was holding its breath. Salvatore's hand shot out, gripping the railing beside me, caging me against the stone without actually touching my skin. His face was inches from mine. I could see the faint scar along his jaw from years ago. I could see the exhaustion etched under his eyes that he never let anyone else witness or know about. "You think I wanted this

Sam. He simply flashed his perfect teeth, unfazed by my glare. "You don't have to worry," he said, his voice confident and calm. Standing there in a white singlet and black shorts, his rough, sexy hair messy and undone, he looked breathtakingly handsome. It was infuriating. Why did he have to be my stern, infuriating stepbrother? "I would do you the honors of showing you to your room," his voice laced with sarcasm. "I don't need your favors," I snapped back. He smirked, "We both know you’re lying.”

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.

“Not a chance.” “I haven’t been able to look at or think about another woman since Stella came into my life,” Brian said, his voice quiet but firm. “I get what you mean. Have you figured out how you’re going to handle this?” Andriel shook his head, his face shadowed with doubt. “Not yet, but I’ve got to come up with something. I don’t want to hurt Taylor by making him hide what he is to me. Honestly, all I keep thinking is that sooner or later, I’ll have to choose—and I don’t know what to do or what the right choice even looks like. I swore to Dad I’d protect our legacy, but then the love of my life walks in, and everything’s turned upside down.” His words spilled out, raw and heavy.

"My Padre used my position as the heir to force me into marrying you. Roxanne Salvator, don't ever think that I will love you." I came back to my senses and suppressed my sadness as I approached him. If only I had been reborn back to the moment we first met… I would never have let Stefano see me then. I said softly, "Stefano, you don't want to marry me, do you? The person you want to marry is Lucia Caruso." Stefano's hand twitched slightly before he glanced coldly at me. Then, as if I had struck a nerve, he quickly looked away.

Jason soon returned with a priest. “Start the ceremony,” Lorenzo said. The priest hesitated, then began. Lucia felt a tight knot in her stomach because Lorenzo's hands were around her waist as she leaned on him like a child. “I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Lorenzo signed the document. Lucia leaned forward, wincing. Something caught her eyes, his full name. Lorenzo Salvatore. Her stomach dropped. “You’re a Salvatore?” “Yes I am.” “As in the mafia?”

Instead, she nodded back, her eyes reflecting nothing but patience and care. Straightening my posture, I took another deep breath, steeling myself for the words that were about to come. This wasn’t going to be easy. But she deserved to know, and I owed it to her to finally open up. “Mila Salvatore,” I started, my voice steady, “she was my mother. An Italian woman, beautiful and strong. And Akim Salvatore, my father, was part of the Russian mafia.” I could see Iris’s eyebrows lift slightly in surprise, but she remained quiet, her focus entirely on me.

No matter how long, someday he was going to talk or confide in someone who may later spill the beans. In every battle, casualties were inevitable as sanctioned by the Geneva Convention. There were always holy and unholy troops that gave directions to the winning platoon. Solo was on the left side of the equilibrium. His presence in Subi’s life was more redemptive than it was corporative. Consequently, the young beauty accepted the consequences of her wrongdoing and promised to brave it through to the end. She planned it well and exactly as she expected, results became visible five days later.

As the scalding water pounded against my skin, I tried to make sense of the path I'd found myself on. When my father was killed and my uncle seized control, I'd promised myself I would take back what was rightfully mine. The DeLuca legacy belonged to me, not Salvatore. I'd seen my mother's desperate marriage to Lorenzo Marino as a means to an end—a way to gain access to power, resources, connections. I'd never expected Dante. Never expected to find myself drawn to him in ways that terrified and thrilled me in equal measure. -- At precisely 8 PM, I walked into Salvatore's.