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 129 - Elevator Passion and Tearful Parting


After Liam kissed me in my office and Owen discovered us, he vanished from my world for an entire week. The days blurred together in a haze of busy work, while he and Damian spent countless hours in client meetings outside the office.


Monday arrived with its familiar ritual. Fresh tulips adorned my desk alongside a handwritten note. Liam had sworn to send me flowers every week without fail, and he never broke that promise. Just like the chocolate cakes that mysteriously appeared during lunch breaks. A month had passed since our separation. Thirty days of aching emptiness and desperate yearning.


Damian assigned me a last-minute proposal that needed completion before tomorrow's client meeting. The office had emptied except for Damian in his corner office and Owen, who blew me a theatrical kiss while carrying his coffee mug back to his desk. Stella had already escaped for the evening.
