7: security guards go to get Hanna*

**Ch.7: The Security Guards Fetch Hanna**

At noon, after her shift, Hanna sat in the cafeteria, opening the email Morgan had sent her. A skeptical laugh accompanied each line her eyes scanned. The supposed assassination attempt he referred to served merely as a pretext for a list of impositions that ultimately catered to his own interests.

Hanna would live in the Farrugia mansion, but not exactly in the same house as the Farrugias. An annex, like a second separate house, was her designated place. Access to this part of the property was through another door, completely independent of the main entrance. To see any family member, Hanna would need to leave the annex, cross the garden to the main entrance, and request permission.

"What does he want? To keep me a prisoner?" she questioned herself skeptically with every line she read. "Having to keep hiding my face... Well, that won't be bad. This way, I'll avoid him developing any interest in me." She sighed thoughtfully, briefly recalling Morgan's face.

Morgan's demands—because this was far from anything that would benefit Hanna—prohibited her from leaving the annex. She would have a large house, a pool on the side of the mansion, all isolated from the main access. It was a place where she could walk without being seen. Hanna wondered why there was such an obsession with not seeing her, to the point of making such a drastic decision.

"Well... If they don't want to see me, so be it. Until this marriage is over, I'll stay away from him and all those people..."

Continuing to read, she reached the last line, which informed her that the Farrugia family would cover her medical treatment costs due to her chronic illness.

"Oh... I see," she smiled ironically. "Maybe I can use this to my advantage," she sighed thoughtfully, adjusting her cap and pulling it even lower, covering her face.

"Hanna?" called a young man, approaching with a lunch tray. "Are you talking to yourself? You seem pretty upset."

"No!" Hanna forced a smile, turning off her phone's screen.

"I saw the news about the house fire. No one here knows, but I know that house is yours."

"Damn..." she whispered, remembering she had let Murilo take her home a week ago.

"Do you have somewhere to go?" he asked, trying to catch her eye, but she kept her head down.

"I... yes!" she confirmed in a low, tight voice.

Murilo hesitated, glancing around the cafeteria. He was Hanna's superior, only twenty-seven years old, a brown-haired guy with a gentle appearance. He was someone she always trusted because he was always looking out for her.

"How can that be? More than anyone here, I know everything you're going through. I know it's a bit inappropriate, but my house has an extra room. Besides, my sister lives with me, so if you want to move in..."

Suddenly, Murilo's voice trailed off when Hanna extended her left hand, revealing the wedding ring.

"As you can see..." she sighed, swallowing hard as she noticed his confused expression. "I got married, and I can't. Despite what happened, now I have someone I can count on."

"Oh... When did you get married?" he asked, puzzled.

"Yesterday," she replied wearily.

Then, Murilo smiled.

"Hanna, if you wanted to reject me, you could have just said you didn't like me; you didn't need to lie," he retorted, offended.

"But... I'm not rejecting you, I'm telling the truth! I have somewhere to go!"

"Look..." he murmured, standing up. Then, he faced two tall, strong security guards approaching them.

"Hanna Ortiz, your husband Farrugia requests that you proceed immediately to the Farrugia mansion," one of them informed mechanically, without looking at her.

Hanna stood up, stunned, as everyone stared at her. Murilo froze while she blushed, not knowing where to hide her face.

"You married a Farrugia?" he asked skeptically.

"Well... that's what they say..." she murmured, not knowing where to hide her face, aware that everyone in town knew who this family was.

She had no choice but to leave quickly, eventually abandoning that company.

The car was already waiting in front of the exit. As soon as they set off, they passed by a pharmacy.

"Could you stop here, please?" she asked, sitting in the back seat, but they seemed not to hear her. "I need to buy some medicine, otherwise I might have an aggressive skin eruption that could even stain you and, you know... it gets really unpleasant when it starts to smell bad." She said, making a disgusted face. Immediately, they stopped.