All Chapters of My Mafia Dominant Is Back: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Lyla's body was rigid, her mind completely blank. She barely registered that Carlo was carrying her through the darkened deck, into an elevator, and all the way to the top floor.At the far end of the top floor was a luxury suite—different from the one he had been in with Sienna. Carlo headed straight for the bedroom and gently laid her down on the bed.The mattress was so soft that Lyla immediately sank into it, like falling into a gentle trap. The sudden feeling of weightlessness snapped her back to reality. Instinctively, she shrank into a corner of the bed, her wide eyes locked onto Carlo, filled with fear and confusion. She struggled to keep her emotions in check, her voice trembling as she asked, "Did you... did you just kill Sienna?"Carlo didn’t respond right away. Instead, he walked over to a nearby table, picked up a stack of newspaper clippings, and tossed them onto the bed.With shaking hands, Lyla picked up the clippings and began to read. Each one was an obituary of a Eu

The cruise sailed along its course for four days until, at last, it docked at a small island under a clear sunset sky.During those days, Lyla and Carlo rarely left their cabin. Lost in the joy of their confessions, they spent each day wrapped up in one another, as if time and space had become meaningless.When they finally, reluctantly, separated and prepared to disembark, Lyla noticed the eerie quiet around them. The usual bustle on the cruise had vanished. Apart from the stern-faced guards standing nearby, there was no one else in sight. The stillness unsettled her, making it feel like the lively days on board had all been a dream.She paused, instinctively stopping in her tracks as she followed Carlo. “Where are all those women?” she asked quietly.Carlo turned, noticing her anxious expression, and, with a playful seriousness, replied, “Fed to the sharks.”“Really?!” She gasped, covering her mouth. For a moment, she seemed to believe him, running to the railing and looking around

Lyla hurried back to the cruise, her thoughts tangled, unsure of what to do next. She wanted to find a quiet place, somewhere to calm her mind and sort out her complicated relationship with Carlo.Returning to their shared room was out of the question, and without a room key, she couldn’t access any other cabins either. With no other options, she began to pace along the deck, trying to steady her thoughts.Just then, her attention was drawn to the activity below the ship. A line of bodyguards and crew members were steadily disembarking, each holding a crate filled with supplies. Among them, Lyla recognized Emma and immediately called out to her. Emma turned, surprised, and, seeing Lyla, smiled warmly and hurried over after passing her load to another crew member.“Ms. Sinclair! What are you doing here?” Emma asked, breathless, her cheeks flushed with both exertion and excitement. “I thought you’d already gone ashore with Mr. Carlo.”Lyla shifted uncomfortably. “It’s… a bit complicated

"When I wanted to tell you yesterday, I just couldn’t,” Carlo began in a low, slightly raspy voice. “I’m not indifferent to my mother’s pain, you know. Quite the opposite—I’ve tried to find a way to get her out of here since I was very young. When I was six, my father sent for me to start school in the city. I poured everything into becoming the best at whatever I did. I thought that if I earned my father’s approval, he might finally bring my mother to live with us. I just wanted the three of us to be a real family.”“And did it work?” Lyla asked, her tone much softer now, no longer so accusatory.Carlo gave a bitter smile. “You can probably guess that my father’s wife and my half-brother didn’t welcome us. When I was sixteen, I killed two family traitors myself, and only then did my father finally agree to bring my mother into the U.S.”Lyla couldn’t hide her shock; she turned to Carlo, who continued to look out over the ocean, his face calm, as though he were retelling someone else’s

After that day, the South Americans disappeared, and even Hudson was nowhere to be seen. It seemed Carlo’s troubles were temporarily resolved, bringing a newfound lightness to his spirit. He settled down on the island with Lyla, savoring a fleeting peace.Island life was idyllic, unhurried, and lovely. Though the weather was hot and humid, the scenery was breathtaking. The locals were warm-hearted, the children full of life—some even cheekily called Carlo "Dad" and Lyla "Mom" when they grew especially playful.Lyla and Carlo would often stroll through the island’s market together, selecting fresh ingredients, then giving the staff the day off to prepare their meals themselves. Carlo, who’d inherited his mother’s talent for art, often sketched portraits of Lyla, capturing her expressions and beauty with delicate precision. Sometimes, he’d take her to hidden spots on the island, sharing stories from his childhood or taking her to explore his secret haunts. Their days passed like those of