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

After countless embraces and hearing everyone express their relief that Leo and I had been found alive, Liam guided me toward Damian's private office.


I gently placed Leo, who was deep in sleep, onto one of the small beds that remained in the room. As I pulled the blanket up to cover him, my eyes caught something that made my stomach drop. A dark mark circled his tiny right ankle like a cruel reminder of what we'd endured.


"Liam, what is this mark on Leo's ankle?" My voice trembled as I traced the air above it, afraid to touch what looked like evidence of unthinkable cruelty.


Liam's face darkened as he approached our sleeping son. His fingers hovered over the mark with infinite gentleness, as though his touch could somehow erase the memory of what had been done. He drew in a shaky breath, tucked the blanket more securely around Leo, and pressed a tender kiss to his forehead before pulling me to the leather sofa.


Chapter 169 - Discovering the Truth