All Chapters of My Mafia Dominant Is Back: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Carlo wasn’t lying.When Lyla arrived at the university and checked the student system, she received a notification confirming Carlo’s enrollment in the graduate program. She knew there was no escaping him now.In the first class that morning, Lyla spotted Carlo the moment she stepped into the lecture hall. He was dressed in a gray hoodie, loose sweatpants, and sneakers, his usual clean-shaven look making him appear several years younger, blending in effortlessly with the other students around him.A few stylish girls were gathered around him, chatting and laughing. When Lyla entered, Carlo raised a hand to wave at her. "Hi, Professor Sinclair, I was just telling them about your impressive research in BDSM psychology. Do you think we could be lucky enough to learn some of that here?"The girls around him either looked intrigued or slightly flustered, with a few retreating back to their seats, blushing.Lyla felt her face flush slightly. Ever since that scandal three years ago, she ha

"Ms. Sinclair!" Dr. Riffe roared, slamming his hands on the desk as he stood up, his voice trembling with both anger and fear. "You have no proof. This is slander! I will ruin you! Not just here, but in the entire academic world!"Despite his loud voice, the quiver in his tone betrayed his insecurity. Lyla wasn’t intimidated. She smirked, taking two steps back. "How do you know I don't have evidence? Let's wait and see." With those words, she turned to leave.Dr. Riffe panicked. He rushed out from behind his desk, shouting, "Lyla, don’t think I don’t know about your past. I did your background check. You think I don’t know why you quit your PhD?"Lyla froze in her tracks. Hearing him mention her past, memories came flooding back like daggers stabbing her from behind. She clenched her fists, paralyzed in place.Sensing her weakness, Dr. Riffe's voice turned smug. "Got you, didn’t I? Lyla Sinclair, rumors about you engaging in inappropriate sexual relations with a subject to get your exp

Hudson didn't report back to his master as quickly as Carlo had hoped.His call didn’t come until the evening. Though gathering the information took some time, it wasn’t beyond Hudson's capabilities. The real delay came from the sheer weight of the revelation. He had to carefully consider how to deliver the news to his young master.When Hudson finally called, Carlo was in a secluded spot on campus, in a small grove of trees. Empty beer cans littered the ground near a paper bag, and in his hand, he held a belt, repeatedly lashing it against a tree trunk to vent his pent-up rage.He had been doing this for who knows how long. The thick tree trunk was scarred, with a large section almost entirely stripped of bark, exposing pale wood beneath. His unbandaged hand had long since reopened the wound from earlier, the jagged tear in his knuckles dripping dark, congealed blood.Carlo didn’t stop his frenzied assault until the Hermès belt in his hand finally gave way, snapping under the pressur

After Carlo removed his shirt, there were no further strange actions—he simply took a few steps forward and sat down beside Lyla on the sofa. This was the first time Lyla had seen his bare upper body. His physique was powerful and well-defined, his bronze skin glowing healthily under the soft light, and his six-pack abs looked chiseled, every inch seemingly brimming with raw strength.Though she knew this wasn’t the time, Lyla couldn’t stop herself from blushing at the sight, a natural reaction from her body. Awkward and flustered, she quickly lowered her head, avoiding any further glances at him. With a hint of irritation and nervousness in her voice, she warned, “I’m telling you, don’t try anything dangerous. I will call the police, and I mean it…”The next second, Carlo grabbed her hand and placed it firmly on his left shoulder. The coolness of her palm met his warm, bare skin, and it felt like touching hot iron. Lyla’s fingers instinctively curled up in tension. She tried to pull

Leonardo Ferretti now resides in a small coastal town along the eastern shoreline. Ever since waking from his three-year coma just three months ago, he relocated to this quiet place to recover and undergo rehabilitation.Carlo drove for four hours before finally arriving at the mansion perched on the edge of a cliff.The salty sea breeze whipped against the rocky shoreline, and the distant sound of crashing waves felt like a deep, unsettling murmur. The mansion stood tall and imposing at the highest point of the coastline, like a fortress detached from the rest of the world. Yet, for Carlo, this place wasn’t one of safety or comfort. Instead, it was filled with shadows and hostility.As soon as he stepped out of the car, Leonardo's butler approached, bowing slightly. “Sir, Mr. Ferretti is resting. He’s requested that you wait in the sitting room,” he said. Carlo nodded and followed him inside. The mansion’s interior was as grand and opulent as ever, with intricate décor that spoke of