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Divorced, Yet the Mafia Boss Wants Me Back

When the 99th unanswered call to Julius rang into silence, Anastasia finally lost all reason. Clutching her younger brother's critical condition notice, she slammed the accelerator down and crashed straight through the front doors of Deep Dive Club. She raced up the stairs to the top floor, panic burning in her throat—but when she arrived, she froze at the sight before her. Beneath the thirty-meter-deep azure pool, two figures were entwined in a desperate, breathless embrace. Julius held the woman beneath him so tightly there was not a sliver of space between them. Their only oxygen was exchanged in their kiss—wild, suffocating, drowning in both pain and pleasure. The sight stabbed through Anastasia's eyes like shards of glass.