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 sharp ring of my desk phone interrupted my concentration. My secretary informed me that an unidentified woman was demanding to speak with me. When the call transferred, I instantly recognized the voice.


"Damon, I need you..." Sasha's voice trembled between sobs, her breathing erratic and desperate.


"Sasha, seriously? We're not doing this again. Your tricks won't work this time. Dean't call this number again." I moved to disconnect the call when her shriek pierced through the receiver.


"DEAN'T HANG UP, DAMON!" Her voice cracked with desperation. "If you leave me now, I swear I'll end everything. I'm going to jump out this window."


"Then jump, Sasha!" I slammed the phone down, refusing to be manipulated again.


Minutes later, my cell phone buzzed. A photo appeared on my screen: Sasha with wild, unkempt hair and mascara-streaked cheeks, perched precariously on a windowsill, legs dangling over what appeared to be several stories up.


Chapter 511 - S3 - Chapter 107- Tables Turned