Isla Fox

Three years ago, Hazel Vance made a choice that changed everything. One night of passion with a mysterious stranger at a masquerade ball left her with more than just memories—it left her with a son whose rare violet-blue eyes are a constant reminder of the father she'll never find.

Now a struggling single mother, Hazel desperately needs the executive assistant position at Sterling Group. The salary could finally give her two-year-old Leo the life he deserves. But her new boss, CEO Liam Sterling, is nothing like she expected.

Demanding, brilliant, and devastatingly handsome, Liam has a reputation for being impossible to work for. Most assistants don't last a week. When Hazel refuses to be intimidated by his cold demeanor and sharp tongue, something shifts between them. The attraction is immediate and electric, crackling through every professional interaction.

But it's his eyes that stop her cold. The same striking violet-blue shade that stares back at her every morning when she looks at her son.

As the tension between them builds and the lines between professional and personal begin to blur, Hazel finds herself caught between her desperate need for this job and her growing attraction to the one man who could destroy everything she's worked for.

She doesn't know that Liam has been searching for the mysterious woman from the masquerade ball ever since that night changed him forever. And he has no idea that the composed, fiery assistant who challenges him at every turn is the same woman who haunts his dreams.

When the truth finally comes to light, will it bring them together or tear apart the fragile new life Hazel has built for herself and her son?

The CEO’s Masked Secret Wife

My boss's final message from last night had ignited something dangerous inside me. If Liam Sterling thought I would retreat like some timid little mouse, he was about to learn otherwise. This wasn't like me at all. I had always been the picture of restraint, never one to let passion override reason or act on wild impulses. But this infuriating man had awakened something primal in me, something I couldn't seem to cage.


I leaped from my bed and flung open my closet doors. My fingers found the perfect weapon - a sleek black dress that walked the razor's edge between professional and seductive. The fabric hugged every curve while maintaining an air of respectability, the hemline dancing at mid-thigh, the neckline offering just a whisper of what lay beneath. I paired it with crimson heels that could stop traffic and selected the most scandalous lingerie I owned - barely-there panties that would leave no trace beneath the clinging fabric.


Chapter 16 - Testing Limits