My Mafia Husband Had Nine Mistresses, Then Said He Loved Me Chapter 01
At a luxury winery in Rome, the entire estate was empty except for two private rooms on the top floor.
Because the most powerful Don in all of Rome had brought his wife and his mistress there.
Only nothing was as lovely as Ludovica had imagined.
Federico pressed his large hand against Ludovica’s back and pushed her forward. “Ludovica, it’s just a little wine. It’s fine. And I believe after today, you’ll finally learn how to behave.”
A loud boom echoed inside Ludovica’s head. Her heart twisted as if stabbed by a knife.
She stared in terror at the men reaching for her. Her fingers dug hard into the doorframe as she begged desperately, “Federico, I’m not lying! Please, don’t let them take me!”
Federico calmly, cruelly peeled her fingers off one by one. “That’s enough, Ludovica. Be good. At most, I’ll come find you in an hour.”
Bang.
The door slammed shut, and Ludovica’s heart went completely cold.
This was the man who kept saying he loved her. Yet he had pushed her into hell without mercy.
The men closed in with filthy smirks and dragged her roughly toward the private room.
Their hands crawled over her like slick snakes.
If they really touched her, she would rather die.
A desperate resolve flashed in Ludovica’s eyes. She grabbed the flower stand beside her and smashed it at them, then used the brief opening to run with everything she had.
The terrace was not far away. Beyond the window was the street.
She did not hesitate.
She jumped.
Her body slammed hard onto the roof of a car, and crushing pain swallowed her like a tide.
Ludovica collapsed in a pool of blood, convulsing so violently she could not even scream.
As her consciousness slipped away, she suddenly remembered the day Federico had proposed.
If time could rewind, she would never have agreed to marry him.
Ludovica Soderini was the laughingstock of Rome’s mafia circle.
Other Donnas had their husbands’ mistresses tamed into silence. Those women could be slapped in public and still swallow their anger.
But Ludovica was bullied by every mistress Federico Cesarini had ever kept.
The second mistress wanted the emerald ring on Ludovica’s hand, the ring that represented the first wife of the Cesarini family. Ludovica handed it over with a blank face and even a hint of a sarcastic smile.
The fourth mistress had a miscarriage and demanded that Ludovica take care of her post-surgery recovery. Ludovica served her obediently, like a maid.
The sixth mistress, Beatrice Malvezzi, said she wanted to move into Ludovica and Federico’s marital bedroom. Ludovica moved into the guest room directly and even told the servants to prepare the softest bedding.
This time, Federico’s newest goomah was Silvia Ordelaffi, a hot-tempered, seductive professional assassin.
She was madly in love with Federico. During an argument, she slashed Ludovica across the face.
Ludovica did not have Silvia arrested. She did not call the police. She went to the hospital alone.
“Ludovica, why didn’t you tell me something this serious happened? I only found out after the butler called the Consigliere.”
Federico’s magnetic voice carried faint anger, but when he saw the wound on her face, deep enough to expose flesh, his tone became pained.
“Ludovica, don’t worry. I’ll punish Silvia hard this time.”
Ludovica was about to say there was no need when the bodyguards dragged Silvia into the room.
Silvia was sobbing hysterically as she screamed, “Don Federico, didn’t you say you and Donna Ludovica only had a family marriage? Didn’t you say I was the one you loved? Then why are you doing this to me?”
Federico carefully dabbed medicine onto Ludovica’s wound with a cotton swab. His sharp profile was cold and merciless.
“I do love you, but Ludovica is the woman I love most in this life. No matter what, you shouldn’t have hurt her like this.”
Silvia’s face went pale instantly. Even her voice shook. “What… what did you just say?”
“I said you made me very unhappy.” Federico’s voice was full of displeasure. “How about this? You cut Ludovica once, so you pay her back five times.”
“Ludovica, what do you think?”
Ludovica lowered her eyes. “Do whatever you want.”
Federico ordered a bodyguard to bring him a scalpel. Then, with his own hand, he cut Silvia’s face five times.
Blood burst out. Silvia cried her heart out, shoved the bodyguards aside, and ran out of the hospital room.
Federico tossed the scalpel back onto the tray with a clang. After slowly wiping the blood from his hands, he bent down and pressed an affectionate kiss to Ludovica’s forehead.
“The council has business to discuss. I’ll go back first and come see you later.”
Ludovica forced herself not to pull away. She pushed a stack of documents and a pen into his hand.
“The hospital needs family signatures for the surgery paperwork.”
Federico did not even look. He picked up the pen and scribbled his name casually.
After signing, he turned and left.
Ludovica waited until his footsteps disappeared, then walked slowly to the window.
Downstairs, Federico, who claimed he had family business to handle, was gripping Silvia’s wrist, pulling her into his arms, kissing and coaxing her.
About five minutes later, Silvia broke into a smile through her tears and threw herself into his arms, looking deeply wronged.
Federico lifted her in his arms and carried her toward another VIP ward building while dozens of doctors around him hurried after them.
Ludovica’s stomach churned.
She rushed into the bathroom and started vomiting.
After she emptied everything inside her, she sat exhausted beside the toilet, hot tears covering her face.
Rotten marriages were everywhere in mafia families.
When her family arranged for her to marry Federico six years ago, she thought she would live the same kind of empty, polite marriage.
But ever since their first arranged meeting, Federico had loved her almost like a madman.
At their engagement, top-tier jewelry filled an entire villa, the brilliance so dazzling it made her eyes sting.
At the banquet, one of Federico’s old lovers made things difficult for her. That night, the woman and her entire family disappeared.
After the wedding, an entire manor was planted with Ludovica’s favorite roses. Every morning, he would pick one himself and place it beside her pillow.
When he loved her most, Federico would abandon a billion-euro arms negotiation just because she said she was in a bad mood. He would personally serve her food and smile without realizing it whenever someone mentioned her.
So when she found out Federico had taken a mistress, she cried and raged like a madwoman, even pressing a gun to her own temple to force him to turn back.
He did turn back.
But less than a month later, he had a new one.
She kept fighting him. She even went to confront the second mistress herself. During the argument, the woman slapped her across the face.
Afterward, Federico acted just like he had today. He ordered his bodyguards to return five slaps, and even his words were exactly the same.
“Ludovica is the woman I love most. If I ever find out you touched her again, it won’t be as simple as five slaps.”
She believed him.
She thought he truly loved her.
But that same night, she saw a dark web video of Federico carrying that woman to the hospital in public.
He was so hypocritical.
He said he loved her, then turned around and performed deep affection for another woman.
Heart dead, she filed for divorce.
But she wrote ninety-nine divorce petitions, and every single one was torn apart.
Federico even warned the entire Bar Association of Rome that anyone who dared take her divorce case would be erased. Then he used her mother, who had become vegetative, as hostage leverage.
“Ludovica, the person I love most in this life is you. But anyone would get tired of eating the same dish for three years. Sometimes I need something fresh. Besides, your father has a new lover now. You can’t just watch your mother get kicked out of the care facility because there’s no money, can you?”
Ludovica shook with pain. Every word felt like a knife to her throat.
“Federico, what exactly am I to you? A pet? A toy?”
Federico kissed away the tears on her face with tenderness and sighed.
“What are you saying? You’re my wife, the Donna of the Cesarini family.”
In that moment, she finally understood.
The devotion was fake.
Federico married her only because he wanted an obedient, proper wife who could uphold the Cesarini family’s image. Whether that wife was Ludovica or another socialite did not matter.
Thinking of her mother’s million-euro monthly medical bills and regular consultations with top experts, she compromised.
She swallowed all her resentment and grief with her tears.
This time, Federico lasted three months before taking another mistress.
Again and again.
One after another.
Six years.
Nine mistresses.
She went from feeling like her heart had been hollowed out, to becoming completely numb like the walking dead, to becoming the laughingstock of the entire mafia circle.
But a few days ago, her mother died.
She no longer needed to stay by his side.
Ludovica returned to the hospital room and opened the documents Federico had just signed.
She pulled out the one titled Marriage Dissolution Agreement and exhaled softly.
