บททั้งหมดของ My Mafia Dominant Is Back: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Half a month later, in the North Atlantic, a luxurious cruise ship sailed smoothly across the sea.Despite being winter in the Northern Hemisphere, the ship was near the equator, where the air remained hot and humid. The setting sun cast a warm glow on the shimmering ocean, while occasional salty breezes brought a fleeting sense of coolness. Around the pool on the deck, over a hundred young, beautiful women, dressed in all kinds of bikinis, held colorful cocktails and laughed and played, their lively chatter almost drowning out the rock music blasting from the speakers.When they were invited, they were told this was a beauty pageant party hosted by a young, mysterious billionaire. If any of them managed to catch his eye, they might become his wife, and their life would change overnight. Though the cruise had been at sea for three days and the women had spent those days indulging in endless luxury, none of them had seen the elusive billionaire. But that didn’t stop them from competing

The curvy woman was genuinely offended by the earlier joke and raised her hand, threatening to slap the petite woman. The tall woman, who had been quietly watching the spectacle, finally stepped in to diffuse the situation. She smiled, trying to ease the tension, "Alright, alright, I’ve got some juicy gossip. Wanna hear it?"“What kind of gossip?” The other two immediately stopped bickering, their attention fully on the tall woman.Even Lyla, who had been quietly listening from a distance, sat up straighter, her curiosity piqued.“You know Sienna Rivers, right?” the tall woman asked, her tone dripping with mystery."Ugh, that slut?” the curvy woman sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. "That stuck-up woman, always acting like she’s some big deal, showing off her designer clothes and pretending she’s the heiress to some billion-dollar company. She looks down on everyone, like her eyes are gonna roll right out of her head."The petite woman rolled her eyes as well, adding, “I don't

Although every fiber of Lyla’s being resisted, her feet moved forward uncontrollably, inching closer to get a better view of what was happening inside the room.There, the moaning woman lay draped over the arm of the sofa in a seductive pose, her hips provocatively raised. She wore a skimpy bikini, with the lower half resembling a thong, exposing nearly all of her backside. This must be the woman the others had mentioned—Sienna Rivers.Carlo stood with his back to the window, holding a leather belt in his hand. He was whipping Sienna’s exposed rear, but most of his body was shrouded in shadow, making it hard to see his expression. His strikes, however, didn’t seem particularly harsh. To Lyla, it appeared more like teasing than punishment. Sienna’s pale, smooth skin bore no visible welts, and her moans were exaggerated, more akin to an act of seduction than cries of pain. Her body twisted and arched, flaunting her figure with every movement.The scene was painfully familiar, almost an e

Lyla woke up in bed, her head throbbing from the hangover, leaving her feeling completely drained. Sunlight streamed through the balcony windows, bringing a hint of warmth to the room, but it did little to improve her mood. She glanced at the clock on the wall—already 3 p.m. The room was quiet, and Emma was nowhere to be seen. On the nightstand, there was a note and a call button. The note said that if Lyla needed anything, she could use the button to reach Emma at any time.Next to the note was an invitation-like card. Lyla instinctively reached for it, but the moment she saw the words "From: Mr. F" on the front, she quickly pulled her hand back. She silently vowed that no matter what the invitation was for, she would not be attending.The gnawing hunger from her hangover caused a burning sensation in her stomach. She knew she had to eat something; getting sick on a yacht would be a hassle. Although Emma had said she could call anytime, Lyla didn’t want to bother her. Besides, she wa

By the time they were ready, it was nearly 7 PM. Emma checked the time and quickly grabbed Lyla, hurrying them out of the room. They walked down the hallway to the elevator, and as it descended, the sounds of the banquet grew louder. When the doors opened, the noise hit them like a wave. The music was deafening—a pulsing rock beat that made the very floor beneath them tremble. Emma, excited like a girl heading to her first school dance, was about to pull Lyla inside when a senior staff member approached. "Emma, where have you been? Get back to the kitchen and help with the drinks!" Emma pouted, clearly disappointed, but then gestured toward the large doors. She whispered to Lyla, "Ms. Sinclair, this is the banquet hall. I have to help serve the drinks and snacks, so I can’t go in with you."Lyla nodded, watching Emma walk away. She stayed back for a moment, calming her nerves, before taking a deep breath and pushing open the grand, gold-trimmed crystal doors.The sight that greeted