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

My heart pounded when the receptionist called. "Ms. Vance? Mr. Cole would like to see you in his office right away. He says it's important."


Important? I'd only been at Cole Industries for two days. Had I already messed up? The anxiety that had become my constant companion since leaving Sterling Group tightened around my chest.


"I'll be right there," I managed to say, smoothing my navy pencil skirt.


The elevator ride to the top floor felt endless. I used the mirrored walls to check my appearance - hair pinned back neatly, minimal makeup hiding the shadows under my eyes. I looked composed on the outside. No one would guess I was barely holding it together.


The doors opened, and I stepped into the executive wing. Mr. Cole's assistant nodded toward his office door. "Go right in, Ms. Vance. They're expecting you."


They? My stomach dropped. Was I about to be fired again?


I knocked softly and pushed the door open. The scene inside made my blood freeze in my veins.


An Apology Too Late