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 woke up feeling more complete than I had in months. My arms were wrapped around Hazel, her warm body pressed against mine. Last night had been incredible—passionate, raw, and honest. My chest tightened with emotion as I watched her sleep. This was where she belonged. With me.


But when I reached over to pull her closer, my arms found only empty sheets.


"Hazel?" I sat up quickly, scanning my bedroom.


My heart pounded as I leapt out of bed, calling her name. The bathroom was empty. So was the kitchen. My entire penthouse echoed with her absence.


That's when I saw it—a folded note on the kitchen counter next to a half-empty cup of coffee. I grabbed it, my hands shaking slightly.


*Last night was everything I've been missing. I do love you—I never stopped. But we can't erase what happened or who we are now. I need time and space. Please respect that.*


The Girlfriend Club's Gambit