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 154 - Confessions and Moving Forward


When we returned home, Leo retrieved his favorite set of building blocks from his bedroom and scattered them across the living room carpet. Liam settled beside him on the floor, and together they constructed towers and castles while animated characters danced across the television screen.


After our evening meal, exhaustion claimed our little boy. Leo's eyelids grew heavy as he nestled against his father's chest, and Liam insisted on carrying him to bed personally. When he returned to the living room, he pulled me close on the sofa, his arms encircling my waist.


"Vera, we have things we need to discuss." Liam's voice carried a weight of unspoken concerns. "There's so much I'm dying to understand about these past months. But I also have confessions to make. I'm not sure where to begin."


"Tell me about Fresh Foster first," I requested, turning to face him directly.
