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 masquerade ball?" I felt my heart skip a beat at Margaret's words. "What could that possibly have to do with all this?"


Margaret dabbed at her eyes with a tissue. "The detectives you hired to find the woman from the ball—they were reporting to Julian and Bianca the entire time."


"I overheard them discussing it. They've known about Miss Vance and your son for months."


The implications hit me like a physical blow. These people hadn't just stumbled onto Hazel by accident. They had tracked her deliberately.


"So when they sent Isabella to approach me..." I trailed off, piecing it together.


"It was all calculated," Damian finished, his expression grim.


I collapsed back into my chair. My phone vibrated in my pocket—Hazel's name flashed on the screen. I needed to warn her, but not like this. Not while I was still processing everything.


"Excuse me," I said, stepping out of the room.


Unmasking the Traitors