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

Chapter 117 - Desperate Negotiations and Broken Hearts


I drifted back to consciousness in the gentle shadows of Damian's office. A single lamp cast warm light across the room, and through the window, darkness had settled over the city. Confusion clouded my mind as I tried to piece together how I'd ended up here. The last clear memory was sitting at my desk this morning, fighting against an overwhelming wave of exhaustion that seemed to pull me under.


A familiar warmth encircled my ankle, sending tiny shivers up my leg. Even before my eyes found him, I knew that touch belonged to Liam. My feet had somehow found their way onto his lap, and his hands moved in slow, gentle circles around my ankles.


"There you are, my angel. How do you feel?" His voice carried that rough edge that always made my pulse quicken.


"Disoriented. What time is it? I don't remember lying down here at all." The words came out thick with sleep and confusion.
