My Mafia Husband Had Nine Mistresses, Then Said He Loved Me Chapter 05
“Cough… stop… stop!”
Silvia was terrified by the chilling cold in Ludovica’s eyes and the pain of suffocation. She clawed desperately.
Ludovica was about to let go when someone suddenly threw her off.
Before she could even see who it was, she slammed into the wall like a kite with its string cut. The bones in her back felt shattered, and blood surged through her chest.
Federico helped Silvia up, his jaw clenched tight, his voice cold as ice.
“Ludovica, is this how the first lady of the Cesarini family behaves? Beating someone like a street shrew?”
Silvia lifted her bruised neck and sobbed. “Federico, I only wanted to persuade Donna Ludovica to soften a little and stop fighting you. She… she almost choked me to death. If you hadn’t come in time…”
As she spoke, her tears fell even harder, her body still trembling.
Federico patted her back gently and lowered his voice.
“It’s over. I’m here.”
Ludovica watched the absurd scene with a mocking smile, while her heart felt hollow and sour.
Did Federico really not know the truth?
No.
He knew.
But compared with the truth, he wanted to see her lower her head more.
She hated herself for still having held even the tiniest expectation of Federico just now.
She staggered to her feet and tried to leave, but someone grabbed her.
At some point, Federico had let go of Silvia and come to her side.
He pulled her into his arms and carefully, gently wiped the blood from her face. A hidden expectation threaded through his voice.
“Ludovica, do you have anything to say? As long as you ask, I’ll help you, okay?”
Ludovica’s stomach suddenly churned.
She was about to shove him away when her vision went black, and she lost consciousness.
When she woke again, she was in the hospital.
Federico sat beside her with a dark face.
“Ludovica, have you learned your lesson? Will you still make trouble?”
Ludovica turned her face away. “And if I say no? How do you plan to humiliate me this time?”
Federico laughed from anger at her stubbornness, his eyes dark and cold.
“Still won’t soften? Fine. Then don’t regret it.”
With that, he turned sharply and slammed the door behind him. The violent sound shook her heart.
The butler beside her could not help persuading her.
“Madam, why not lower your head to sir? He loves you so much. As long as you ask, he won’t treat you like this again. Besides, you endured so many times before. Why can’t you endure it this time?”
Ludovica picked up her phone and glanced at Leonardo’s latest message. Her eyes shifted slightly.
“Probably because… there’s no need anymore.”
There was no need to be threatened by him anymore.
No need to pretend to be generous, dignified, and sensible.
And no need to become the “good Donna” Federico expected, quiet, obedient, and tolerant of his affairs.
The butler sighed helplessly and left.
For the next two days, Ludovica stayed in the hospital.
Federico did not call once. He did not send a single message.
Instead, the dark web and news alerts kept updating with stories about him.
He seemed determined to trample her dignity under his feet.
He took Silvia out in public, letting the media wildly mock Ludovica as a degenerato wife.
He brought Silvia to family dinners that required a spouse.
He even demolished the “Ludovica Manor” he had built for her and officially renamed it “Silvia Manor.”
He was using this method to force Ludovica to bow her head and become that gentle, considerate, infinitely tolerant Donna Ludovica again.
Ludovica only glanced once, then swiped past it coldly.
