Isabella's POV

I woke up knowing it was my day off—not that it mattered. I was still working.

My morning started with a workout, something that kept me grounded while Deckard was in jail. The adrenaline rush was always an amazing feeling, pushing me forward when the weight of everything tried to drag me down. I kept my head high, and while I had friends who checked in on me, I was grateful that no one from my so-called family showed up.

Brian and Letty called often. Brian was back home with Mia and the kids, while Letty was off on her honeymoon with Dom. Brian would ask if I wanted to talk to Mia, and my answer was always the same—no.

After finishing my workout, I got to work. I opened my laptop and started digging through files, hacking into anything I could find on Mr. Nobody. If I wanted to break Deckard out, I needed leverage, and I wasn't above playing dirty to get it.

And then I found it.

His real name. That the fact that he had a daughter who is an agent as well.  No personal ties. Just the kind of information that could shake things up if used correctly.

I stayed in my gym clothes for a while, working on my car and making a few modifications. This job had given me a lot—more money, better resources—but most importantly, I had learned to rely on myself. Mr. Nobody was a fair man, treating both men and women equally, and while I got along with Little Nobody, or as I called him, Puppy Nobody, he could be a bit much. He followed Mr. Nobody around like a lost dog and constantly asked me out for drinks. I would show him my wedding ring, and every time, he'd say, "It's not like that."

I preferred working alone, blasting music in my ears, and stealing whatever moments I could to talk to Deckard. Training and therapy had also become part of my routine, and they helped me realize something important—I wasn't responsible for the broken relationship with my family. That was on them. My therapist reminded me that I shouldn't feel guilty for choosing my own happiness, for having a loving relationship with Deckard, despite what my so-called family thought. It was freeing.

Back at my laptop, I stared at the name on the screen—Mr. Nobody's real identity. I smirked, closed my laptop, and changed into black pants, a red top, and a leather jacket before pulling my hair up. It was time to pay him a visit.

As I walked into the base, all eyes were on me, but no one dared to stop me.

Little Nobody stepped forward. "Isabella, he's in a meeting."

I didn't break my stride. "He can put it on hold. He's on the phone."

Without hesitation, I pushed the door open.

Mr. Nobody looked up, clearly irritated. "Mrs. Shaw, how can I help you? You do realize I'm in the middle of something?"

I tilted my head, feigning innocence. "Oh, really? I had no idea," I said sarcastically. "But that doesn't matter to me. You're going to hang up, or I'll come back, and trust me, you won't like what happens next."

"Mrs. Shaw, this can wait. Talk to me tomorrow," he said dismissively.

I walked over to his desk, leaned forward, and stared him down. "If you don't listen to me right now, I'll have no choice but to tell the world that Mr. Nobody's real name is..." I paused, letting the tension build.

"Frank Petty."

The color drained from his face. I smirked, enjoying the sight. Then, I slapped a file onto his desk. "Or I can leak this," I added.

His expression turned ghostly white. He knew I wasn't bluffing.

Straightening up, I turned on my heel and walked out. I'd be back soon, and when I did, I'd get exactly what I wanted.

The old Isabella was gone.

The new Isabella Shaw was here to stay.

Author's Note:

Hey everyone! Sorry for the delay—I had writer's block and wanted to take my time with this. I was planning to write on Mother's Day, but I spent it with my family instead.

What do you think of this new Isabella? She's done taking crap from anyone! Let me know your thoughts!