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 126 - Blackmail and Wedding Dress Control


"Mom, you cannot be serious about living just to sabotage everything I want!" Clairemont's voice echoed through the hallway as she confronted her bedridden mother.


Natalie pressed a trembling hand to her forehead, her voice barely audible. "Darling, please lower your voice. This headache is splitting my skull open."


"I don't give a damn about your headache!" Clairemont's shout was even louder this time before she whirled around and marched out, her heels clicking aggressively against the hardwood floor.


Clairemont glanced up from his phone as his daughter burst into the living room, throwing herself onto the leather couch beside him with dramatic flair. Her face was flushed with anger, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.


"Princess, what has you so fired up?" he asked, setting his device aside to focus on his obviously distressed daughter.
