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 drove away from the Apex World building with a mixture of frustration and determination. Hazel's stubbornness wasn't unexpected—it was one of the things I loved most about her. But I needed her back at Sterling Group. With me. Where she belonged.


My phone rang through the car speakers. Damian.


"Where the hell are you?" he demanded without preamble. "You've missed two meetings already."


I checked the time. Shit. "On my way. Had some personal matters to attend to."


"Personal matters named Hazel Vance?" His tone shifted from annoyed to amused.


"We'll discuss it when I get there," I said, unable to keep the smile from my voice.


Twenty minutes later, I strode into Sterling Group headquarters. The security guard nodded respectfully as I passed. The elevator ride to the top floor gave me time to formulate my plan. By the time the doors opened, I knew exactly what I needed to do.


A Fresh Start, A New Office