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

"You did WHAT?" Chloe's shriek echoed through the private room at the Social Club.


I clutched my coffee mug tighter, tears threatening to spill over again. "I left him a goodbye note. And now I feel like I've made the biggest mistake of my life."


My friends exchanged glances around the table. The remains of our brunch lay forgotten as the focus shifted entirely to my crumbling love life.


"A note?" Stella's perfectly arched eyebrow shot up. "Really, Hazel?"


I sank deeper into the plush velvet chair. "I know, I know. It was cowardly."


"Damn right it was," Chloe said, refilling her glass with champagne. "After everything you two have been through? The man deserves a face-to-face conversation at the very least."


Thea reached across the table and squeezed my hand. "What did the note say exactly?"


I closed my eyes, the words I'd scribbled in haste now burned into my memory. "That I couldn't do this anymore. That the pain was too much. That it was over for good."


The Forgiveness Scheme