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?

I opened my eyes slowly, trying to orient myself in the unfamiliar surroundings. This wasn't my desk or my home. The room was dark except for a desk lamp casting a soft glow across what appeared to be Damian's office. My head felt heavy, my thoughts foggy.


I turned toward the deep voice and found Liam sitting in an armchair beside the couch I was lying on. He looked terrible—his usually perfect hair disheveled, tie loosened, dark circles under those hypnotic violet-blue eyes. He'd been watching me sleep.


"What time is it?" My voice came out scratchy.


"Just past eleven." He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "You've been asleep since morning."


"Chloe has him. I called her myself." Liam's tone was gentle, reassuring. "She said he's fine, spending the night at her place."


Chapter 117 - A Painful Bargain and a Desperate Plea