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 wandered through the crowded ballroom searching for Damian, my vision already blurring from too much alcohol. The chandeliers overhead seemed to spin like carnival lights, and the faces around me melted into a hazy blur. Where the hell was Damian when I needed him most? Owen was nowhere to be found either.


My legs felt unsteady beneath me, and the room tilted dangerously. I had to get out of there before I made a complete fool of myself in front of the entire business elite of the city. My office upstairs seemed like the only refuge where I could clear my head and wait for this nightmare to end.


I began weaving through the sea of designer gowns and expensive suits, managing weak nods at familiar faces who greeted me. The effort of appearing normal was exhausting when every step felt like walking through quicksand.


Chapter 54 - Waking Up to Consequences