When Was Stefan Salvatore Born Novels & Stories

With that, the other man walked out of the bedroom and towards the study leaving Salvatore to stand by his bedside and pinching the bridge of his nose, sighing before he turned towards Nicole. "Just get some sleep, I'll deal with him." He informed her and walked towards the door. "Salvatore?" Nicole halted him. "Who is he really?" "He is actually my best friend from high school. We met at 17 and were roommates at Stanford; we even shared an apartment. Then he further pursued his education and just received his Ph.D. degree to become 'Stephan with a Ph.D.'." Salvatore chuckled. "It's a long story." He waved dismissively at seeing Nicole's confused expression. "Just get some sleep, yeah?" With

"You, who the hell are you?" Salvatore couldn't help feeling offended by the fact that these three famous people didn't recognize him. As a powerful Mafia boss, he had always regarded himself highly, and he would have expected other powerful individuals like Mrs Danvers and Erin, to recognize who he was. Rising from his seat, Salvatore approached Mrs Danvers, saying, "I'm Don Salvatore. And I believe you know the reason why my men kidnaped you?"

But what he didn't know was that, the body Salvador's men buried was Stefano's body. After he escaped that morning, Salvatore's second most trusted bodyguard realized his capo was still alive. Antonio's bullet had torn his face badly, but he still had life in him. So he quickly sent for a chopper. He and two other men carried him into the chopper and flew him out of Vegas. Because of the damage, Salvatore had to undergo several surgeries to fix his face. He survived all surgeries, but his face was permanently damaged. He had lost everything to his son, and when he gained consciousness, fury burned through him.

Very Early The Next Day Salvatore adjusted the podium slightly and placed both hands on it. “My name is Salvatore Vitale, and I’m here to clear the air surrounding my family,” he began calmly. “For what it’s worth, I never wanted to drag my family’s private matters into the public eye. But there comes a time when silence becomes dangerous.” He paused. “I recently survived a violent incident at my private residence. My home was attacked. My sense of safety was violated. And during that chaos… a woman was taken from my property.”

he commanded, his voice cutting through the room like a knife. Stephan froze, clearly not daring to defy him. I hesitated for a moment but decided to hold back as well. Don Salvatore looked between us, taking a long drag from his cigarette. Then, with an almost exaggerated sigh, he turned to me. “Miss,” he began, his tone oily, “I apologize on behalf of my men for what happened. Truly, I do. But if Stephan here says he had no other choice, then he didn’t. Sometimes… sacrifices have to be made for the greater good.”

“ Protect me from? From who, Mother? I’m so confused. Matteo? It was already my fate to marry him, don’t beat yourself up about it.” The other end of the line went silent for a while. Was there a problem with the network connection or did she hang up? “ Mother? Still there? “ Salvatore. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you from Salvatore.” Salvatore? Who is Salvatore?

That would not go down well with his son and he wanted Salvatore's presence kept quiet as much as possible or Salvatore would end up drawing enemies to himself and become a target. Avanindra had left the mafia world and the throne, the day he lost Venkat. Venkat, his husband and Aryan's other dad had died taking bullets for him and Aryan. That was 20 years before. Aryan was eight then. Salvatore was 18 at the time and he insisted to stay back and after 2 more years, following the death of Salvatore's sister at the hand of the then mafia head he was working for, ended up killing him. The journey had been bloody since then. Salvatore despised flesh trade and that made him the cog in the wheel

“Rina came back for a wedding, and I saw the way Rafaele looked at her, he knew. He wasn’t sure yet, but he was getting closer to the truth. I tried to seduce him. I tried everything. But it didn’t work. Then he found out the truth. He kicked me out, told everyone the truth. My parents took us far away to hide the shame.” Stefan leaned back against the wall, his face unreadable. “I couldn’t stand it. I thought maybe I could still have him. So I pretended to make peace with Rina and drugged her. I asked some rogue wolves to help me take her away. I was going to kill her. But Rafaele followed me and saved her. In the struggle, she stabbed me. I was bleeding badly, and I thought I was dying. So

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.”

She muttered and hugged Salvatore However, with his last strength, Alessandro shot at Sofia. If he couldn't have her then Salvatore wouldn't. Salvatore intercepted it but not before he fired back at him in his heart region. Alessandro gave up the ghost while Salvatore was rushed to the ICU unit. When Salvatore regained consciousness, he was told that Sofia had given birth. He was elated that he would become a father of two. He decided that he would quit the mafia to start a new life. After all, he had more than enough money to take care of them for the rest of their lives.