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

Chapter 65 - Magnetic Attraction and Earned Numbers


I refused to let anyone interrupt this moment. My fingers closed around Scarlett's delicate hand, pulling her toward my car with deliberate purpose. The parking lot seemed to fade around us as I opened the passenger door, watching her slide into the leather seat with feline grace. That emerald dress clung to her curves, the hem creeping higher up her thighs as she settled in.


I circled to the driver's side, my pulse hammering against my collar.


"So tell me, Copper, are you really ready to call it a night? Wouldn't you rather chase the sunrise with me instead?"


Her laughter bubbled up, rich and teasing, as her palm found my shoulder. The contact sent electricity shooting through my shirt.


"Easy there, Romeo. Since you're being so insistent, just drive me home like a gentleman."


"Come on, Copper. Don't torture me like this."


"Poor thing! Looks like you'll be greeting that sunrise all by yourself!"
