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All Chapters of Hannah The Mysterious Secretary: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Hanna was only five years old when her world collapsed forever. At her aunt and uncle’s house—Lúcia and Oswaldo—where she used to play carefree in the garden with her cousin Clara, life felt simple and full of childish laughter. Flowers swayed gently in the soft breeze, and the sound of children’s voices blended with birdsong. But the calm of that day would be shattered forever by devastating news. It was Maria, the housemaid, who brought the news. Her face was pale, her hands trembling, and her voice barely came out. “Miss Lúcia… your brother-in-law and sister-in-law… they were in an accident… the plane crashed…” The little girl’s world spun. Colors lost their brightness, and the ground seemed to disappear beneath her feet. Her aunt and uncle, Lúcia and Oswaldo, received the news with a coldness no family member ever should. Behind their icy expressions, plans and ambitions were already taking shape. Hanna’s father had left behind a considerable fortune, and now, with him gone, th

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The last classes flew by. The four of them could barely concentrate, so strong was their anticipation for the plans they had made. As soon as the final bell echoed through the hallways, Clara and Hanna were already side by side, hurrying after Rafael and Jessy toward the diner near the school. It was a simple place, yet full of charm: red booths, walls decorated with vintage pictures, and the irresistible scent of vanilla mixed with the soft sound of retro music. “Two strawberry, one chocolate, and one vanilla,” Rafael ordered, already familiar with everyone’s tastes. “How do you know what I want?” Clara teased, arching an eyebrow. “Intuition,” he replied with a shrug, making her smile, pleased. Sitting there, the four of them talked about school, laughed at the silliest stories, and shared the kind of confidences typical of teenagers who, despite knowing each other for such a short time, felt like old friends. While Clara and Rafael got caught up in a lively debate about who the b

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After lunch, as they crossed the courtyard, Jessy slowed his pace until he was walking alongside Rafael, who was distracted, scrolling through his phone. “Hey,” Jessy called quietly, making sure Clara and Hanna—who were walking a few steps ahead—couldn’t hear. “What’s up, cousin?” Rafael replied without looking up. “Have you… noticed anything strange about Clara today?” Rafael lifted his gaze, frowning. “Strange how?” “I don’t know… it feels like she’s… hiding something.” Rafael stopped walking for a second, looking ahead at Clara. She was smiling, but kept fixing her hair, restless in a way that hadn’t gone unnoticed. “Now that you mention it… she does seem different.” Jessy sighed, briefly glancing at Hanna as well. “And Hanna… she was wearing way more makeup than usual—for someone who never cares about that. And she didn’t really manage to hide it… I think something’s wrong.” Rafael grew serious, his eyes fixed on the girls. “You think…?” “I don’t know,” Jessy replied,

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The room was spacious, furnished with refined elegance. The walls were clad in rich wood, and floor-to-ceiling windows allowed the golden afternoon light to pour in, bathing everything in a warm glow. Seated at the desk, an open folder before him, Mr. Jonathan McCartney—one of the most influential businessmen in the country—was reading intently when Jessy and Rafael entered. “May we talk to you for a moment?” Jessy asked, his tone serious. His father looked up at once, alert to the gravity in his son’s voice. “Of course. Sit down.” Jessy approached with steady steps and took a seat. Rafael followed, casting a tense glance at his cousin. “Did something happen?” “Yes. And it’s serious. It’s about two girls who go to school with us—Hanna and Clara,” Jessy began. “Daughters of whom?” Mr. McCartney asked, already searching his memory for familiar family names. “Hanna is the daughter of a businessman who died years ago in a plane crash. Clara is the daughter of her aunt and uncle,” R

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The house was submerged in a heavy silence—the kind that comes just before a storm. The soft sound of a window sliding open jolted Clara awake. She sat up in bed, startled, her heart pounding. “Clara, it’s me,” a voice whispered from the darkness. She recognized it instantly. Rafael. “Rafa? What are you doing here? How did you get in?” He jumped inside the room with practiced agility, his eyes alert. “There’s no time to explain. We have to leave. Now.” “Now? Are you crazy? What kind of joke is this?” “This isn’t a joke, Clara.” He took her hands, his gaze steady, intense. “Grab your most important things. There’s no time. I swear I’ll explain later—but right now… trust me.” She froze for a few seconds, trying to make sense of what was happening. But something in his voice made her get up without questioning further. Rafael was serious. Dead serious. On the other side of the house, Hanna was trapped in restless sleep when she heard a noise at the window. She turned, eyes stil

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The alarm clock didn’t go off.When Hanna opened her eyes, the room was still wrapped in an unsettling silence. For a second, everything seemed normal… until she turned her head and saw the clock.— No… — her heart raced.She sat up with a start, throwing the covers aside. Her first day with the new CEO. Her first day without Henry. The first day when everything could change.Hanna rushed across the room, opening her closet with trembling hands. She took a deep breath.Calm down. Just… calm down.She chose her outfit carefully. Nothing too flashy. Nothing too plain. An elegant, discreet dress, perfectly suited to the corporate environment. She paid more attention than usual to fixing her hair and applied light makeup—just enough to make her look confident and professional.She stared at herself in the mirror for a few extra seconds.— You can do this. — she murmured to herself.She picked up her phone and, almost on impulse, typed a message.“You’d be proud of how I dressed today, cou

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Hanna left the presidential office without looking back.Her heart was still pounding, but her face remained firm, almost cold. She refused to let anyone see how much that conversation had shaken her. She walked to her desk, sat down, and opened the first file she found, even though she couldn’t read a single line.Paula watched her from a distance. She approached carefully.— Hanna… are you okay?Hanna took a deep breath before answering.— I’m fine. — she said curtly. — Nothing I’m not used to.Paula frowned.— He was rude to you, wasn’t he?— He’s like that. — she replied without looking up. — And I’m sure it won’t be the last time.Paula wanted to insist, but she realized Hanna had built an invisible wall around herself. When she became like this, there was no room for comfort.— If you need me… — Paula began.— I know. — Hanna interrupted with a tired smile. — But I’m not going to give him the satisfaction. I’m going to do my job. Better than ever.And she went back to typing as

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Hanna closed the door to the presidential office carefully and walked down the hallway, trying to keep a neutral expression. Only when she reached her desk did she let out a small sigh and sit down.She didn’t even have time to organize the papers.— Hanna!Laura appeared almost running down the hallway and stopped beside the desk, her eyes shining with curiosity.— Did you see who’s here? — she asked, leaning over the desk.Hanna slowly raised her eyes, trying to look indifferent.— If you’re talking about Jessi… yes, I saw him.Laura broke into a huge smile.— I knew it! I knew it was him!At that moment, Paula, from reception, also appeared in the hallway and walked over to them.— So it really was Jessi McCartney! — she said excitedly. — When he walked into the building, I could hardly believe it.She placed her hands on Hanna’s desk.— So? How did it go?Hanna pi

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The rest of the afternoon passed more quietly than usual.Inside the presidential office, Nathan remained seated behind his desk for a long time, his eyes fixed on documents he barely even read. The conversation he had overheard in the hallway kept replaying in his mind, word for word.He didn’t like doubts.Much less the realization that he might have judged someone too quickly.Still, he said nothing about it. Nor did he intend to.As the clock approached the end of the workday, Nathan finally closed the folder on his desk and began organizing his things with precise movements. He put a few documents into his briefcase, adjusted his jacket, and turned off the light before leaving.As he closed the door, his eyes immediately found Hanna sitting at her desk, focused on some papers.She looked up when she noticed him.Nathan walked over, maintaining his usual firm posture.— Miss Roshe.— Mr. Al

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Hanna crossed the restaurant dining room with elegant, calm steps until she reached the small group standing outside the private room. As she approached, she slowed slightly and offered a polite smile.— Good evening.Nathan was the first to speak.— Miss Roshe.She gave him a slight nod before turning her attention to the other two men.— Good evening, Mr. Gusmão.The businessman smiled warmly.— Good evening, Miss. It’s a pleasure.Guilherme, who had been openly admiring her since the moment she appeared, took a step forward.— So you’re the famous Hanna…His smile was clearly suggestive.Hanna knew that type of man well. And she also knew Guilherme Gusmão’s reputation.Even so, she maintained her impeccable composure.— It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Gusmão. — she said politely, completely ignoring the tone of his remark.Guilherme seemed even more amuse

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