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 141 - Secret Discovery and Unwavering Support


My entire day felt like a nightmare. Waves of nausea crashed over me every few hours, and exhaustion weighed down my limbs like lead. When Damian returned from his afternoon meeting at the club, he approached my desk with that familiar commanding presence.


"Hazel, come here," his voice carried across the office space.


"Yes, Irene!" I responded with playful emphasis, unable to resist teasing him despite feeling awful.


His face lit up with genuine amusement. "I actually love when you call me that." He gestured for me to step closer. "I need you to do something for me though. Come smell this."


"What am I, a bloodhound now?" I laughed, though the motion made my stomach lurch slightly.


"Just humor me. I switched to a different cologne after noticing you seemed uncomfortable yesterday. Want to make sure this one works better."
