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 62 - Expensive Lessons and Twenty Minute Coffee Breaks


Walking into that boutique to catch up with Chloe and Hazel, I never expected to encounter perfection in human form. She moved like liquid gold, every step deliberate and graceful. This wasn't just attraction - this was complete captivation by a living masterpiece.


Stella was breathtaking. Her body curved in all the right places, that rich mocha skin practically glowing under the store lights. Those curls cascaded down her shoulders like silk ribbons I desperately wanted to tangle my fingers in. Every professional smile she flashed made my pulse race with thoughts of tasting those full lips.


I lingered with the girls, manufacturing reasons to stay close to this enchanting saleswoman. But she treated me like furniture - polite, distant, untouchable. When I suggested she model one of those curve-hugging dresses Chloe and Hazel were trying on, she shut me down faster than a steel trap.
