All Chapters of My Mafia Dominant Is Back: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“Exactly! Mr. Carlo!” Emma continued, her excitement bubbling over as she spoke, completely unaware of the confusion on Lyla’s face. “He contacted me out of the blue, thanking me for the little prank we pulled on you at the café. Then he asked if I’d like to work here part-time.”“The pay is amazing! And since I had nothing planned for winter break, I figured I’d use this job to save up my expenses for next semester.” Emma’s face lit up as she spoke, her words pouring out in an endless stream of admiration and gratitude for Carlo.Lyla’s mind became increasingly chaotic as she listened, her thoughts swirling with questions—about the “confession” from the supposed murderer, and why she had suddenly ended up on this cruise. Every time she tried to concentrate and piece things together, a sharp pain throbbed in her head. She shook it off and finally interrupted Emma, turning toward her room.Sensing Lyla’s shift in mood, Emma followed her inside. Her voice softened with a hint of concern

Lyla suddenly realized that the “Mr. Reeves” they had been referring to was none other than Hudson. She hadn’t seen him in over three years, and now, memories began to surface. Hudson casually rubbed his wrist, as if the slap he had delivered moments ago was nothing out of the ordinary. He maintained his usual elegance and gentlemanly demeanor, and with a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips, he turned to Lyla, bowing slightly. “Ms. Sinclair, long time no see.”The two women who had been holding Lyla’s arms immediately released her, their faces now pale with fear and shock. They didn’t know Lyla’s exact identity, but seeing the respect with which Mr. Reeves treated her, they realized she was no ordinary woman. They shrank back, eyes wide with fear, wishing they could disappear, desperately hoping Hudson wouldn’t cast another glance in their direction.Lyla’s mind raced with questions, but in that moment, she couldn’t find the words. She simply nodded in response, “It’s been

Lyla practically sprinted back to her room, her steps unsteady, heart pounding with emotions she couldn’t calm. The moment she slammed the door shut, her bottled-up feelings surged forward. She collapsed onto the bed, burying her face deep into the pillows, and the tears came, silent but relentless, soaking through the fabric. She cried as if she could expel all the pain and confusion that had built up over the past few days.She never thought of herself as a weak person, but Carlo's words had struck her deeply, cutting through her defenses. Everything suddenly felt like a lie—his care for her, his relentless pursuit, and even the bite mark he had tattooed on his body as a symbol of their bond. Could it all have been just a facade?As the pain twisted inside her, Lyla realized that somewhere along the way, she had fallen in love with Carlo. That was why seeing him with another woman hurt her so much—it was a wound that cut her deeper than she ever expected.Time passed in the silence

Lyla hurriedly pulled Emma along, making their way back to the room with quick, determined steps. Her pace was fast, as though she couldn’t bear to stay another moment with those women. “Thank you for standing up for me earlier,” she said between breaths, her voice slightly winded. Then, more seriously, she added, “But try not to do this next time. Those women are trouble. I’ll handle it myself. This ship has a lot going on beneath the surface, and it’s important you protect yourself.”“No need to thank me, Ms. Sinclair,” Emma replied, struggling to keep up, her own breathing labored and her face still set in defiance. “I just can’t stand how they act—like they’re royalty, but they’re really just gold diggers trying to bag a rich man.”"Ms. Sinclair, honestly, you should just let them know that you and Mr. F go way back, and that he personally invited you. You're nothing like them."Lyla came to a sudden stop, her expression dimming as she bit her lip, hesitating for a moment before sp

"Stop it!" Lyla rushed forward and quickly helped Emma up from the ground. She immediately saw the swollen red imprint of five fingers on Emma's pale cheek. There were even nail scratches, leaving cruel red marks on her delicate skin.“Ms. Sinclair...” Emma's voice trembled with tears, which she could no longer hold back as they began to stream down her face. “I really didn’t lie…”Lyla cut her off, gently supporting Emma and grabbing a glass of iced drink from a nearby tray. Pressing the cool glass to Emma’s injured cheek, she said softly, “Don’t speak. Just hold this and ice your face.”Emma obediently nodded, taking the glass, her eyes filled with hurt and helplessness.As Lyla looked at the painful marks on Emma’s face and the sorrow in her eyes, a fire of anger ignited in her chest. She could tolerate insults directed at herself, but harming her student, her friend, had crossed the line.Standing tall, Lyla turned around slowly, her gaze sharp as a blade, locking onto Sienna.“Wha