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

The morning light streamed through my office windows as I examined the audit report in my hands. The numbers confirmed my suspicions about Julian Clairemont. Every transaction, every falsified document—it was all there in black and white. The evidence was damning.


I set the folder aside and rubbed my tired eyes. Sleep had become a luxury since that night at Hazel's apartment. Damian's words kept echoing in my mind.


"Nine months before July... How many people in the world have your exact violet-blue eyes?"


Could Leo really be my son? The possibility consumed me, but I needed to focus on one crisis at a time. Winning Hazel back had to be my priority.


I pulled out my phone and drafted another text to her.


"Good morning, Hazel. I know you need space, but I want you to know I'm thinking of you. I'm truly sorry for everything."


I hesitated before hitting send. This was the fifth apology text this week. She hadn't responded to any of them.


The Grand Apology Offensive