All Chapters of My Mafia Dominant Is Back: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Carlo sat on the balcony of the mansion's third floor, staring blankly at the waves in the distance. The wind whipped the sea, sending the waves crashing against the rocks with a low, rumbling roar. The setting sun painted half the sky a brilliant red, casting a shimmering glow on the water like flames dancing on the surface. Beside him were Valentina's painting tools, her easel holding a canvas she had been working on.Just a few minutes earlier, Valentina had set down her brushes, mentioning she’d learned a new recipe for a grape-based drink and wanted to make it for her son. She had gone to the kitchen, leaving Carlo alone. Taking advantage of her absence, he lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. His mother didn’t like the smell of smoke, so he rarely indulged in her presence. But at this moment, he needed the calming effect to settle his restless thoughts.Life in the mansion over the past few days had followed a similar pattern. Carlo avoided his father whenever possible, not wan

In the largest hospital of Westhaven...Lyla lay silently on her bed, her head wrapped in thick bandages, with an IV drip attached to her arm. Though the medication had put her into a deep sleep, the tightly furrowed brow and trembling lips betrayed the agony she was enduring, as if trapped in a relentless nightmare. The room was silent, save for the soft, steady beeping of the heart monitor and the sound of her labored breathing.Lucas sat by her bedside, looking exhausted, his expression a mixture of pain and helplessness. Clutched tightly in his hand was the medical report he had just received from the nurse: a concussion, fractured ribs, and multiple soft tissue injuries. He couldn't image the horrors Lyla must have faced while in there. As he gazed at her pale face, a wave of sorrow and anger surged within him.The memory of the day he brought Lyla back from the police station still haunted him.To gather the bail money, Lucas had been forced to take out a high-interest loan. By

Carlo sat in the small garden behind the hospital’s inpatient building. A cigarette, already burned down to the filter, clutched between his fingers. He had borrowed it a few minutes ago from someone passing by.He hadn't taken more than a few puffs, just holding it between his fingers, twisting the butt as if it were the head of an enemy lurking in the shadows—one he wanted to crush. The cold wind grazed his trembling hands, dulling the burning sensation from his fingertips, yet doing nothing to calm the fire raging inside him.It was colder here than by the coast, and he had rushed out without enough clothing. He wore only a thin shirt and jacket, letting the freezing air pierce his skin like blades, but he didn’t seem to notice.He had chosen to sit here on purpose, intentionally allowing the cold to envelop him, hoping it would dampen the murderous rage boiling within him. He wanted to kill—the people responsible for what had happened to Lyla."Sir." Hudson's voice sounded from be

Carlo didn't pay much attention to Lucas’s question, his expression calm and unreadable as he watched the people wheeling Lyla away, not moving until the last of them disappeared down the corridor.Only when everyone had gone did he finally turn, pushing Lucas aside with a swift motion. He adjusted his collar with deliberate precision, then spoke in a cold, serious tone: "Don’t worry. I’m just moving her to the VIP suite on the top floor. She’ll receive the best treatment and care there."Lucas’s brow furrowed as he stood his ground, growling, "Lyla doesn’t need your fake generosity. I can take care of her myself."Carlo’s lips curled into a mocking smile, his usual expression of disdain. "Oh, really? And how exactly do you plan to take care of her? What about when she needs to use the toilet? To bathe? Can you do that? Who are you to her, exactly? What makes you think you have the right to claim you can look after her?"Lucas froze, caught off guard by Carlo’s barrage of questions. A

Lyla grew desperate, unable to comprehend why Carlo would reject her request. His coldness and unpredictability left her emotionally raw, and her voice cracked with the weight of her despair, “Please… I know a million dollars is no small sum, but Lucas is innocent. I have to help him. I’ll find a way to pay you back, I…”She had been on the verge of saying, “I’m willing to do anything,” but at the last second, she swallowed the words. She knew that if she voiced such a promise, it would only drag her into another endless entanglement with Carlo—a pain she could no longer endure. Tears began to spill down her face, uncontrollable.Seeing her tears, Carlo was torn between anger and anguish. He took a few steps forward, coming so close to her wheelchair that their faces were almost inches apart. His eyes narrowed, his gaze cold as he lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.Lyla’s tear-streaked face was heartbreaking, but Carlo’s fury only grew as he realized that those tears weren