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 stared at my phone, my thumb hovering over Hazel's name. After our emotional encounter yesterday, I'd called her six times. Each call went straight to voicemail.


My heart sank with every unanswered ring.


"Still nothing?" Damian asked, leaning against my office doorway.


I shook my head, tossing my phone onto the desk. "She won't talk to me."


"Then stop calling and show her." He crossed his arms. "Actions speak louder than words, man."


"You think I haven't tried?" I ran my hands through my hair. "I've apologized countless times."


"Apologizing isn't enough," Damian said bluntly. "You humiliated her, questioned her integrity, and had her escorted out of the building. Words won't fix that."


His honesty stung, but he was right. I'd destroyed everything we'd built together with my paranoia and distrust.


"Go to her. Prove you're all in." Damian's expression softened. "And don't forget the kid. Leo matters to her more than anything."


An Act of Contrition