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 58 - Train Sets and Unbreakable Bonds


Damian and I drove Evelyn to JFK Airport, and I felt an unexpected hollow ache in my chest as we approached the departure gate. This woman had been my anchor, my constant through every storm life had thrown at me. Twenty-four years of having her steady presence, and now she was leaving for Italy. The arrangement we made for her to return one week each month felt like a small bandage on a deep wound.


"Liam, darling," Evelyn said, her weathered hand gripping my arm with surprising strength. "I had lunch with Hazel and Chloe today. Tiny Leo asked me to give you a message."


My heart jumped at the mention of his name. "What did he say, Evelyn?" I couldn't hide the eagerness in my voice. That kid had wormed his way into my heart faster than I thought possible.


"He wants you to come play with him," Evelyn's eyes sparkled with mischief. "And Liam, Hazel is hurting badly. But don't you dare give up on her."
