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

I collapsed onto my couch, emotionally drained after putting Leo to bed. The past week without Liam had been harder than I wanted to admit. Every night, memories of his face haunted me - the pain in his eyes when I walked away, the desperation in his voice when he called my name.


Leo stirred in his sleep, breaking my thoughts. I moved to his room and watched his peaceful face. His little chest rose and fell rhythmically, his tiny hand clutching his favorite stuffed dinosaur. In moments like these, everything else faded away.


"I love you more than anything, little man," I whispered, brushing a dark curl from his forehead.


The doorbell rang, startling me. Who would be visiting at 7:30 in the morning?


A delivery man stood at my door holding what could only be described as a wall of flowers - a massive arrangement of vibrant red tulips that almost obscured him from view.


"Hazel Vance?" he asked, barely visible behind the blooms.


A Grand Gesture and a Shocking Meeting