The gentle hum of the private jet filled the cabin as it soared high above the clouds. Isabella sat beside Damien, her hand resting in his as she gazed out the window, the surreal reality of their wedding and whirlwind romance settling over her. They were on their way to a private island—a secluded paradise where they could escape the pressures of their world and lose themselves in each other.
Her heart raced as she glanced over at Damien. He looked relaxed, his gaze softened as he studied her with a look that sent shivers down her spine. The intensity in his eyes held an edge of possessiveness, a reminder of the depth of his feelings and the passion that simmered beneath his controlled exterior.
“Are you nervous?” he asked, his voice low and warm as he leaned closer, his hand squeezing
