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 177 - Private Sanctuary and Stolen Moments


The house buzzed with activity from my family members scattered throughout every room. Privacy had become a luxury I could no longer afford to wait for. I guided her toward my private office, the one sanctuary where we could steal a moment alone together.


My fingers turned the lock with deliberate precision. The soft click echoed in the quiet space as I led her directly to my mahogany desk. My heart hammered against my ribs with anticipation that had been building all day.


"The house feels like a circus today and I refuse to wait any longer for everyone to disappear." My voice came out rougher than intended as I leaned close to her ear. "You have consumed my thoughts completely. Every minute away from you has been torture, my beautiful angel."


Her smile lit up her entire face. "The feeling has been mutual."
