Stefanie Salvatore Legacies Novels & Stories

But she couldn’t. “I can’t,” she whispered. Amaro’s jaw tightened. “Then I’ll wait.” Lucia turned and walked away, her silhouette swallowed by the shadows of the villa. — Later that night, the Moretti estate buzzed with tension. Don Salvatore sat at the head of the long dining table, his silver hair slicked back, his eyes cold and calculating. Amaro sat across from him, flanked by two bodyguards. “You’re young,” Salvatore said, sipping his wine. “Too young to understand the weight of legacy.”

“Because of you, my life is in ruins. This is my only chance at happiness now.” “Elara…” Lucien’s voice softened, breaking. “Go,” Stephanie ordered. Elara left as the door closed behind her. “No…” Lucien exhaled sharply, taking a step forward before his strength gave out as he collapsed back onto the sofa. “Don’t damage that chair, or you’ll pay for it,” Stephanie said coldly without even looking back. “That chair is far more valuable than you are.” Lucien’s fists tightened at his sides; a tremor of rage passed through him… but he held it in.

She looked as fresh as sea while I looked like a mummy. “Well,” she said, voice dripping honey. “Look who crawled back.” I stopped. “Francesca.” She tilted her head. “You look… recovered. Pity.” I clenched my bag strap. “What do you want?” She stepped closer, lowering her voice. “I want you to understand something. Salvatore and I have history. Real history. Family ties. Promises made long before you ever walked into his life with your pretty dresses and your rich husband. You think one little rescue changes that?”

A sliver of reason returned. I knew who might know where Alessia was: her father, Marco. I stormed his high-rise apartment with a team of my men, grabbed him by the tie, and slammed him against a wall. "Where is she?" I snarled. "Did you push her away so you could marry Laura off to me instead?" "You think you can just swap out a daughter and I wouldn't notice? Let me tell you something. The only wife of Edmund Schroder is Alessia. No one else."

“Damn shame she didn’t, that bitch. At least it’s a girl. She won’t have any claim to this pack.” I don’t remind her that Sloane is an Alpha of her own pack. I know her paperwork went through and her position as Alpha has been accepted. I know because I checked when Elena told me that Stephanie was pregnant with a girl. It makes me nervous, although I feel pretty confident that the will we have is airtight. “I didn’t want to delay Steph’s funeral services and cremation, so I’ve scheduled it for tonight. I don’t want anyone having an opportunity to check his system for poison,” I say, making sure she understands why this needs to happen immediately.

Salvatore orders as I lift my gaze to him, then back to Eloise, who is screaming while Joee holds her back. “She’s my daughter, you have—” Salvatore cuts in, his voice bored. “Except I do have the right. Unless you want to work up in the morning with nothing to your name. Let her go.” I stand frozen, waiting for Joe to let her go. I’m not sure if this is working. Salvatore sighs heavily, pulling out his phone. “Zeke?” He says through the phone. “Burn down the entire container.” “No! Please! No!” Joe cries as Salvatore straightens and then approaches Joe. “I will take the girl now,” Salvatore extends his hand to El, who hides behind Joe.

"We saw you come in with the Alpha's car? We know that the Alpha and Luna have no child yet, so we would love to know who you are." I tucked my hair back a bit and stared at the three girls. No one except Jaxon had spoken to me since I got here, and now that I showed up in André's car, I am suddenly getting attention. "I'm Olivia, and yes, I am not the Alpha's daughter. I am his stepdaughter. My mother is the Luna.” The girls immediately began to squeal with delight, and I looked at them awkwardly.

And then, near the end: March 3, 2025. Salvatore Valente has become a problem. He's falling apart, gambling, making bad deals. It's almost too easy to manipulate him into taking money from our accounts. Two of my least useful men volunteered to be "killed" for a significant payout to their families. They're in Croatia now, living under new identities. Salvatore thinks he's gotten away with it for now, but I'll spring the trap soon. Everything is falling into place. Soon, Aria will have no choice but to come to me. Soon, she'll be exactly where she belongs. The journal slipped from my numb fingers.

it was difficult coming back to this place; it brought back some old memories. It felt warm though, with my family around, my brothers and my parents were always loving and making me feel good. I looked out and saw my uncle walking around and standing by the lake staring into the rising sun. I smiled and head out for some fresh air. My name is Lucrezia Skyler Salvatore, first born daughter of Alfredo Salvarote, alpha of the golden sun pack and Valeria Peterson, the high priestess of the Virdonna sisterhood and the pack Luna, one world's strongest magic holds that stood in modern times.

If there was a way I’d connect my mind with his so he’d know how innocent I was. “Katherina May Salvatore, you disgraced us. You disgraced our legacy. Your legacy.” Lucas spat. His expression showed he wanted to cry. “Now the school knows we have a sister who is a thief. Of what? A common fucking phone.” Zach brought out his phone, my legs were quivering. I let myself collapse to the ground. “This phone? A mere phone that you can afford!” He threw it against the wall. “Steal that too.”