Isabella's POV

Greece was everything I had dreamed of and more. The peaceful, endless blue waters and the quiet, secluded moments I got to share with Deckard felt like heaven. No family to answer to, no one telling me what I had to do. It was just the two of us. I swam in the pristine waters, the gentle waves brushing over my skin. Deckard was next to me, and before I knew it, he pulled me in, kissing me deeply. My heart raced, but it was a peaceful kind of excitement—just us, in our own world.

He pulled me onto his lap, his arms wrapping around me as the water held us up. I smiled at him, my legs wrapping around his waist, and kissed him back, feeling the warmth of his touch and the intensity of his love.

Deckard pulled away for a second, his eyes full of affection. "I love having you to myself," he said, and my heart swelled with love for him.

"I love being yours," I whispered back, kissing him again, this time more tenderly.

After a while, we climbed out of the water and found a spot to lay down. I couldn't help but think about how perfect this moment was. It was only part one of our honeymoon, but already it felt like a dream. Deckard pulled me closer, kissing the side of my neck, and I sighed in contentment.

Looking at him, I smiled and said, "Hmm, let's take this to the bed."

Deckard's grin widened. "Of course, Mrs. Shaw," he replied, and hearing him say that made my heart leap. When we married, I took his last name. I didn't want to be a Toretto anymore. I didn't feel like a Toretto. I felt like Mrs. Shaw, and that was all that mattered.

We went back to our room, and Deckard turned to me with a playful smile. "Turn around, my love, and close your eyes."

I did, feeling the warmth of his body behind me as he gently pressed against me. I turned around, pulled him toward me, and kissed him. His arm wrapped around my waist as I moved us to the bed. I pushed him down, smiling as I fell on top of him, kissing him deeply, passionately.

We spent the rest of the night in each other's arms, making love until we paused for dinner. The intimacy we shared, the love, the connection—it felt like nothing else mattered in that moment.

Deckard's POV

Greece was perfect—peaceful, calm, and exactly what I needed after everything that had happened. It was just Isabella and me, and I was relishing every moment of it. Watching her swim in the crystal-clear waters, carefree and happy, made my heart swell with pride. She had been through so much, but in these moments, she was mine, and I was hers, and nothing else mattered.

I couldn't resist pulling her in for a kiss. As soon as her lips met mine, everything else melted away. She wrapped her legs around me, and I couldn't help but smile. "I love having you to myself," I said, my voice filled with affection.

She smiled back at me and kissed me again, a kiss that was filled with everything I felt for her. There was no one else in the world but us.

After a while, we made our way out of the water, the sound of the waves calming our spirits. We lay down together, and I pulled her close, kissing the side of her neck. She looked at me, and I could see the love in her eyes—she was mine, and I was hers.

"Let's take this to the bed," she said, and I couldn't resist her. "Of course, Mrs. Shaw," I replied, a playful smile on my lips. Hearing her take my last name felt like a dream. She was no longer a Toretto. She was Isabella Shaw, and that was perfect.

Once we were in our room, I told her to close her eyes, and she did, trusting me as always. When I pressed my body against hers, she turned around, kissed me deeply, and pulled me to the bed.

I could feel the love and passion between us, the connection that went beyond anything I had ever experienced before. We spent the night together, lost in each other. It felt perfect—like nothing could ever go wrong.

Isabella's POV

The next morning, we landed in New York City, and as we were settling in, I received a text from Mia. She had sent me pictures of Owen and Shaw's business in London. I couldn't help but glance at the photos, showing Deckard.

"That's my brother," I said softly, pointing at the image of Owen. Deckard pulled me into a tight hug, kissing the top of my head.

"Don't let your brother ruin our honeymoon," he whispered, his voice full of love and concern. I smiled and kissed him back, grateful for his support. He was right. I couldn't let the complications with my family steal the joy of this moment.

I wrapped my arm around Deckard's waist, feeling the warmth of his body next to mine. We walked outside, and I smiled up at him.

"Babe, why didn't you want to stay in Greece?" I asked, curious about his decision to move on to NYC.

He glanced down at me with a grin. "Well, I wanted a break from the beaches, and I wanted to be in the city with you."

I smiled, understanding his reasons. "Well, I've never been to NYC before," I admitted, excited about the city adventure.

"Babe, you lived in LA," he teased, and I nodded.

"Yes, but I never left. I was scared, Deckard. I thought that if you left, you might never come back, like what happened with Jakob."

Deckard's expression softened, and I could see the concern in his eyes. "Is that why Jakob said at our wedding that he hasn't seen you?"

I nodded, the memories still fresh. "Dom kicked him out over what my dad asked Jakob to do, and Dom thought it was something else. Jakob left, and I was told never to see him again or even go near him. If I did, I would be kicked out for good."

Deckard's eyes darkened with anger. "Dom threatened you, didn't he?"

I nodded, my throat tight. It had been so hard, but I didn't want to focus on that now.

Deckard squeezed my hand gently, his voice soft but firm. "I promise you that I will always support you, Isabella. I love you so much. You are free. Don't worry about your brother. He isn't your problem anymore. Now let's enjoy our honeymoon."

His words filled me with relief and warmth. I knew that with him, everything would be okay. We spent the rest of the week exploring the city, just the two of us, enjoying every moment. I loved being with my husband, and I knew he loved being with me. We would always stand by each other.

Author's Note:

Hey everyone! I'm back! I'm sorry I didn't update sooner, but thank you for your patience. I'm feeling much better now. Sometimes, you just need a day to relax. I plan to add more to Isabella's backstory, and I have a hint of what happened to Jakob and what Dom did to both Isabella and Jakob. Stay tuned for the next chapter, where we'll dive deeper into the phone call and the story of the old Isabella fading away.