Novel & Cerita When Is Stefan Salvatore's Birthday

But he could no longer postpone the meeting so he needed to attend the meeting today. He had to shave his beards he has not shaved for two weeks and had to put on a well tailored suit he hasn’t worn for two weeks since Hanan had brought him into coma. The whole country already found out that the billionaire David Salvatore and the fashion designer Hanan Quick was going to get married two days before her wedding until she unfortunately had an accident and has been in a coma.

Stefan froze for a moment before realizing that Valarie must have seen his ID. The birthdate on his ID was today, though his real birthday was still over two months away. He had never celebrated his birthday before. Seeing his silence, Valarie raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong? Did I get the date wrong?" Her voice snapped him back to reality. He quickly shook his head. "No, you got it right. It's today." "Then make a wish," Valarie said, lighting the candle and holding the cake out to him.

- Chris informed them in a serious tone. - How is it inexorably? We still have a few more months. It's still April now, and her birthday is in July.- said Johhan. - I suppose so, but knowing Alistair, it doesn't matter to him anyway. He wants to get it over with as soon as possible.- Salvadore replied with a very dissatisfied face. - So what are we going to do?- Chris asked, a little impatient. - We will develop a new plan. Because what else can we do?- Salvadore decided.

said Aryan. "Trust me, lying is not one of them. So tell me, what's special about the day," asked Salvatore, a brow rising. Aryan scowled. "It's my husband's birthday and it seems he forgot," said Aryan. Salvatore did indeed forget. He never really celebrated his birthday's. "I knew you wouldn't appreciate an early night celebration, so, I thought a dinner would be good," said Aryan. Salvatore looked at him. "Happy Birthday," said Aryan.

Stephano grumbled with a cute frown on his face. "I'm not doing anything" I said with a chuckle. "Let's set up everything" I said, changing the topic. Stephano nods wordlessly and starts to get everything ready. Few minutes later we were both seated and munching on the snacks we got. "When is your birthday? I just have to ask but it feels so weird that I don't know this yet you know mine" I said. "My birthday is in three months, but don't bother about it because I don't celebrate it," he replied.

The man whose face graced magazine covers and whose donations funded museums and universities and causes that made headlines. What the hell did Dante Salvatore want with her? She opened the door a crack, the chain still engaged. "It's ten o'clock at night." "I apologize for the late hour. Mr. Salvatore works unusual schedules." Marcus Chen's expression didn't change, but something flickered in his eyes. "He saw the news report about the incident at your center today. He'd like to help." "Tell Mr. Salvatore I appreciate the thought, but we're not a charity case for billionaires looking for photo opportunities."

"Dad, happy birthday. To a long and prosperous life." Marco raised his glass of whiskey toward Salvatore with a smooth smile. "By the way, this is my new assistant, Sophie. She’s incredibly sharp, so I brought her along tonight to celebrate your birthday." Sophie stood up somewhat timidly, raising her glass. "Wishing you good health, Mr. Moretti." Salvatore’s expression remained utterly stone-faced. "You absolute fool. Are you trying to infuriate me to death? Who gave you permission to bring an outsider into our family home? You show zero care for your own fiancée, yet you pour all your attention into a mere assistant."

He should be the one apologizing to her. If his father had not schemed against Yulia, they would not have come to Darlsbury. She would not need to replace Jenna and he would never have any sexual relationship with Lily either. Unfortunately, things were already like this. So, there was no need to blame anyone. Stefan took out a gift. “It’s your birthday today. Happy birthday.” When Xavia saw the beautifully wrapped and heartfelt gift, she smiled happily. “Thank you. Maison and Yulia also gave me birthday gifts tonight. I am very happy.”

I read through it all, making sure I returned everything to the exact spot I found it in. When I looked at his driver’s license, I noticed he even managed to look good in a government photo, while most people look like grinches. The date of birth struck me: August 31st, 1989. What was today’s date? I pulled out my phone. Today was the 22nd. That meant his birthday was only nine days away. I thought back to our conversation in Milan. He had mentioned that his birthday was always seen as a curse—something he never celebrated. Because of that stigma, he had spent his whole life ignoring the day. But this year was different. This was his 40th.

I recognized Cowen's voice “Come in” “What did you find?” I asked as soon as he walked into the room. I had sent him to find intel on Salvatore's birthday. Every fuckin' detail. “Jax and a certain Torrera, whom I guess is one of Salvatore’s bitches are currently at the pulse making plans for his birthday. Everywhere has been decked up, ready for the ceremony. Other preparations are still ongoing though. Axel is with them too” “Is it just three of them?”