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

Sleep eluded me. The digital clock on my nightstand mocked me with its relentless forward march—3:17 AM, 4:02 AM, 4:43 AM. My mind refused to quiet, replaying images of Hazel cradling her feverish son.


My father's name. Those striking green eyes—like his mother's, yes, but something else nagged at me. Something familiar I couldn't place.


I gave up on sleep at 5:15 AM and headed to my home gym. After a punishing workout that did nothing to clear my head, I showered and drove to the office. The Sterling Group building was eerily quiet at 6:30 AM, most employees not due for another two hours.


I poured myself a strong coffee and settled at my desk, pulling out my phone. I scrolled through my contacts until I found the name I needed: Albert Allen, private investigator.


"This better be important," Albert growled after the fourth ring.


A pause, then a more alert voice. "Liam. You're calling awfully early. Something wrong?"


The Mystery of a Son