My Mafia Husband Had Nine Mistresses, Then Said He Loved Me Chapter 16
Ludovica’s voice was soft, but every word was like a poisoned blade, driving hard into Federico’s heart and
leaving him speechless.
He wanted badly to refute her loudly and say it was not true, that he really loved her.
But Ludovica’s cold gaze pierced through his self-deception.
Even if he said he loved Ludovica, so what?
Everything he had done silently proved that he had never respected her.
He treated her as property.
As a model wife built from a mold.
As a chess piece he could move however he wanted.
He was even more despicable than he had imagined.
Watching Ludovica leave without hesitation, he instinctively took two steps forward, only to be blocked.
Leonardo’s lips lifted slightly, but no smile reached his eyes.
“Using someone else’s mother as hostage leverage to prevent divorce. Don Federico’s behavior is truly
impressive.”
Federico’s expression turned instantly dark.
“Get out of my way. I’ll settle the score with you for helping Ludovica divorce me sooner or later.”
Leonardo smiled coldly. “Is that so? I’ll be waiting.”
For the next week, Federico guarded the hotel entrance.
He seemed determined to win Ludovica back. Gifts and flowers came every day, and he even instructed the
hotel to change all of Ludovica’s meals to her favorite flavors.
Ludovica was annoyed beyond endurance and decided to return home.
Leonardo crossed his arms and leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window. Hearing this, he raised a
disapproving brow.
“Rome is Federico’s territory. Are you sure your father won’t force you to remarry him after you go back?”
Ludovica pressed her lips together, her fingers around the coffee cup turning white.
With her father’s greedy, vanity-loving nature, he was indeed capable of doing that.
Otherwise, after the divorce, she would not have gone abroad directly instead of returning to the Soderini
family for protection.
Leonardo rested one hand on the armrest beside her and smiled carelessly.
“Actually, there’s another way. Want to hear it?”
Ludovica looked up at him, confused. “What way?”
Leonardo took out a pair of rings from his pocket and pretended not to care.
“Marry me. Lawyers are best at lawsuits, after all. If your father wants to force you to remarry, he’ll have to
think about whether anyone in Rome can beat me.”
Ludovica instinctively wanted to refuse.
But when she met Leonardo’s obviously tense gaze, she froze slightly.
She remembered the conversation on the cruise a month ago.
As if possessed, she held out her hand.
“Okay.”
Leonardo seemed not to expect her to agree. He froze for a few seconds, his voice slightly tight.
“You… really agree? Even if I tell you the Ricasoli family only has widows, not divorcees?”
Ludovica pretended to look troubled. “Then I really might need to reconsider.”
Without thinking, Leonardo grabbed Ludovica’s hand and slid one of the rings onto her finger, gritting his
teeth.
“No. You already agreed.”
He had looked up at this moon for ten years.
Now that he finally had the chance to hold it, how could he let it slip away?
Ludovica looked at the diamond ring that fit perfectly and curved her lips.
She poked Leonardo lightly in the chest.
“So actually, you fell in love with me when you met me ten years ago, didn’t you?”
Leonardo froze. “You… remembered?”
Looking at his disbelieving expression, Ludovica could not help smiling.
“I remembered.”
That year, she had been in her second year of high school and went with her mother to an elder’s birthday
banquet.
Passing through the hotel lobby, she saw a waiter being humiliated by a guest.
The guest claimed the waiter had accidentally dirtied his clothes while passing by and refused to let it go, demanding compensation and that the waiter kneel and apologize.
Maybe the guest’s expression was too arrogant.
Maybe she heard someone nearby say how difficult the waiter’s family situation was and how poor his life
had been.
Her compassion stirred.
She did not show herself. She told the driver to pay the compensation and gave the waiter three hundred
thousand euros.
Perhaps fate had already made its arrangements that day, like a large hand gently shifting pieces and tying
together a chain of cause and effect.
Leonardo carefully held her hand, his voice very soft.
“Maybe to you, three hundred thousand meant nothing. It might have been the price of one dress or one
necklace. But to me back then, it was the dawn that tore through despair.”
A sick mother.
A father suddenly injured in a car accident.
Medical bills expensive enough to crush a nineteen-year-old boy.
That day, he had even prepared himself to step onto the road of crime.
But with a light lift of her hand, she pulled him out of the abyss.
After that, she became the moonlight he wanted to touch but never dared approach, held in his heart for ten
full years.
And now, he could finally have his moonlight.
