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 53 - Party Celebrations and Suspicious Symptoms


My skull felt like it was splitting in half. The pounding in my head made me want to crawl into a dark hole and never emerge. This was exactly why I avoided drinking, especially not the way we had last night. We'd acted like a bunch of fraternity boys drowning our sorrows in alcohol.


Each of us had our demons to chase away with liquor. So we'd gathered like wounded soldiers and gotten completely wasted. Now I was paying the price, feeling like death would be a welcome relief from this migraine.


Damian stumbled through my office door, leaning heavily on Evelyn for support. She guided him to the couch beside me, and our office manager Fiona followed behind them carrying a silver tray. She took one look at us and couldn't suppress her amusement.
