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.

Estaben dropped a hand on Andrew’s shoulder telling him to lower his guard, he turned back to look at her then relaxed when he saw her determined expression, he sat on his hospital bed as the stress he’d experienced made him tired. “Salvatore, it has been long I saw you” she spoke after a long pause “Mum, you know this guy?” “Apparently” she commented “I don’t know people you know, I know benefits alone” Salvatore remarked “So, what are you saying?” She asked, she was aware Salvatore was always going to help whoever he found beneficial at the moment, and if he didn’t he never hesotated to wipe them out “You know what women offer” Salvatore hinted at sex with her, not just that but her being

She was pissed, extremely pissed to the point she imagined throwing her out of her house and dragging her by the foot to the gate. “I’m Shane’s girlfriend. Other than that, you should have seen me in TVs,” she gave her a funny look from head to toe. “…unless you haven’t seen a TV before since you don’t look like you could afford to even refurbish one. Well, I’m Stephanie Solis. Remember that name,” Stephanie said in a way Audrey found displeasing. ‘Oh, so this is what you actually looked like in person. You only have your singing voice and layered makeup,’ Audrey dissed her inside her mind.

Melissa Salvatore - the princess of the Salvatore business empire. She was the woman Marcus had mentioned during our fights. He'd told me she was going to marry Dominic soon. Marcus said that Dominic was just playing with me, but I hadn't believed a single word. "Careful." Her eyes flicked down to the broken pieces of the fancy vase scattered on the floor. "That was expensive. Not something you could buy with what little money you make here," she said, her voice cutting like a knife.

The day before the list of names for guaranteed university admission was announced, a synced note I shared with Bryce Joller for three years suddenly showed a reminder: [Operation: Save Lara Lane] I stared at it for a long moment before tapping on it. [1st: Give Nelly Seagel's spot to Lara.] [2nd: Go to the city where Lara's university is, take care of her, and let her join Joller Group when she graduates.] [3rd: After witnessing Lara get married, marry Nelly.] I stared at those three lines for a long time, unable to believe it. Bryce hated homewreckers the most because his mother was driven to death by one. Thus, over the years, he stayed up late studying with me, shielded me from my

She sniffed and continued, “Even if he didn't luke me back, I believed I was at least more important to him that gave him advances over the years. Seeing you in his bed last night, I… I completely lost it and dug my own grave. Please forgive me.” For a moment, I allowed myself believe her words. I even felt pity for her one sided crush over the years. I mean, who wouldn't like Marco Vitale??? “How do you know his favourite meals?” I asked. Stephanie hesitated a beat before saying: “I happened to hear about it during one of our appointments.” “Here?” “No,” she shook her head. “His home in Sicily.” He has another home in Sicily? Oh. Stephanie had even been to this said house. On the bright sid

He smiles and then proceeds to l**k his arm with mine “Hey, Mr. Stefunny, get off! Let go of me! don't be insolent.” “If you really had paid attention, you would have realized that it is time for us to move forward and take our place on the improvised altar. My name is Stefano, not Stefunny” he says with a hint of irritation. “That's what I said, Mr. Stefunny”. He lets out a hiss, and I suppress the urge to laugh. ***

She comments as she bites on her lower lip. “ Yeah, plus I love food.” I eat like there is no tomorrow. “ So where is Santino’s brother?” “ Oh Maximo, he is on a business trip. He will be back after three days I think.” She answers sounding unsure. I still don’t know who she is in this household.

"Edmund, I know I was wrong! I really do! Please, just forgive me this once! I was just... I just wanted you to feel sorry for me. I love you so much, that's why I did those stupid things..." She tried to get close to me, to play the victim like she always did, but I shoved her away. "You know you were wrong?" My voice was like a wind from hell. "Laura, do you have any idea that you almost got her killed?" "I didn't! I just—" "Shut up!" I shot to my feet, the murderous look in my eyes making her tremble. "I know everything. Your fake fall down the stairs. Every single time you framed Alessia!"

"From bride to captive to whatever this is. He'll get bored eventually. They always do." I stiffened at the words. Salvatore noticed immediately. His hand tightened on my back. "Ignore them," he murmured against my ear. "Easy for you to say." I kept my voice low. "They're painting a target on me just by looking." Before he could respond, a younger guy walked up with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Lena, right? You look incredible tonight. Care for a drink?" Salvatore's whole body went still beside me. His gaze darkened fast like a storm rolling in.