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 30 - Executive Decisions and Stolen Kisses


I leaned back in my leather chair and hit the speakerphone button, immediately greeted by Clairemont's outraged voice cutting through the air.


"Liam, what the hell is this renovation bullshit on the finance floor? You had no right to make that decision without consulting me first."


My jaw clenched at his tone. Nobody talked to me like that in my own company.


"Watch your mouth, Clairemont. I'm not one of your subordinates you can bark orders at. I'm your CEO, and I don't need permission from anyone to make decisions about my building."


"This is completely unprofessional. I was barely out of the parking garage when Evelyn sent that ridiculous message about relocating finance to the sixteenth floor with marketing. Finance doesn't share space with other departments, especially not marketing. I tried to get back upstairs, but the elevator access is blocked. What kind of game are you playing?"
