My Mafia Husband Had Nine Mistresses, Then Said He Loved Me Chapter 06
On the day she was discharged, Ludovica handled the paperwork alone.
When she reached the entrance, she saw a familiar black Maserati parked by the curb.
Federico leaned against the car with a cigar between his fingers, as if waiting for her.
When he saw her, he crushed out the cigar, his tone condescending.
“Today is Silvia’s racing team’s celebration party. You’re coming with us.”
Ludovica walked around him without thinking and turned to leave.
“I’m not going.”
Federico’s face darkened. He grabbed her wrist, his voice turning cold too.
“You don’t get to decide. Don’t forget, you’re not Donna Ludovica now. You’re Silvia’s personal maid.”
He emphasized the word maid heavily, then forced her into the car with a dominance that did not allow
resistance.
Ludovica had no choice but to go.
They arrived at Rome’s most luxurious private club.
Silvia was surrounded by her so-called friends like a queen. The moment she saw Federico, she hooked her
arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.
Federico narrowed his dark eyes and immediately kissed her back, taking full control.
Everyone froze for a second, then the entire private room erupted into cheers mixed with the wet sounds of
their kiss.
Ludovica glanced over coldly and found herself a seat in the corner.
Federico accidentally saw her.
His breath hitched, and then fury exploded in him.
He let go of Silvia and sat down on the sofa with a dark face.
Silvia sensed his mood. Her eyes shifted, and she asked cautiously, “Don Federico, my friends are used to being unruly. Should we open another private room and let Ludovica rest there?”
Federico sneered. “She’s your personal maid. She came to serve all of you, not hide from work.”
Silvia immediately signaled to the people beside her, then whispered in Federico’s ear, “Don Federico, my stomach hurts a little. Will you take me to the room next door and check on me?”
Hesitation flashed in Federico’s eyes.
But when his gaze landed on Ludovica’s calm expression, it instantly hardened.
He picked Silvia up in his arms and left quickly.
By the time Ludovica sensed something was wrong, it was already too late.
The men Silvia had instructed gathered around her with filthy smiles and pressed a glass of liquor to her lips.
“I heard you’re Silvia’s maid. Then you shouldn’t mind drinking a few glasses with us, right?”
Ludovica’s face changed.
She slapped the glass away, her voice cold.
“I am Federico Cesarini’s wife. Try touching me and see what happens.”
The men exchanged glances, then burst into mocking laughter.
“Federico’s wife? If you’re Federico’s wife, then I’m Silvia’s husband. Don Federico just said you’re Silvia’s maid. Stop pretending.”
“If you were really Federico’s wife, why would he bring you here? Trying to climb over Silvia? Keep dreaming.”
All color drained from Ludovica’s face.
She shoved one of them aside and tried to run, but someone grabbed her hair and yanked her back.
The man pinched her jaw and roughly poured an entire bottle of hard liquor down her throat.
“Mm… let…”
Ludovica struggled desperately.
But the men gave her no chance to resist. One bottle after another was forced down.
She choked until her face turned red, her throat burned, and the world spun before her eyes.
Then someone’s hand slipped under her skirt.
Ludovica snapped awake.
Summoning strength from nowhere, she smashed a bottle over the nearest man’s head and stumbled out,
screaming for help.
But Federico had booked out the club that day.
Even the servers had vanished.
On the entire third floor, there was no one.
Panicked and disoriented, Ludovica pushed open the nearest door.
When she saw what was inside, her blood ran cold.
It was Federico and Silvia.
They were having sex.
