"It is when you’re on parole for cyberstalking," Allison said, her voice steady. She cradled Jana closer. "Goodbye, Marcus."
But today, she wasn’t thinking about the past. Today, she was thinking about the tiny, gurgling bundle in the bassinet beside her.
Here is the story for . The morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting a warm glow over the marble floors. Allison stood in front of the mirror, her phone buzzing with notifications she no longer cared about. Once upon a time, those pings meant money—booking fees, brand deals, a flood of thirsty DMs. Now, they were just noise.
And then something unexpected happened. Allison’s phone—her new phone, the one with no ties to her old life—lit up. It was a video call from an unknown number. She answered on instinct. Baby Jana Pt8 -Ex Webe Model Allison-
Marcus laughed. "You think you can protect her? I have millions of followers across my burner accounts. I can make Jana famous overnight. Or I can make your past famous again. Your choice."
"No more cameras, little one," Allison whispered, kissing Jana’s forehead. "No more followers. No more likes. Just us."
A familiar face filled the screen. It was Detective Reyes, the woman who had helped her disappear three years ago. "Allison, we’ve been monitoring Marcus’s devices. He just incriminated himself on your doorstep recording. We have everything. Stay inside. Units are on the way." "It is when you’re on parole for cyberstalking,"
And for the first time in years, Allison believed she deserved it.
Jana smiled. It was the kind of smile that didn’t need a filter.
"Good morning, Baby Jana," Allison whispered, scooping up the infant. Jana’s big brown eyes blinked slowly, her tiny fist clutching Allison’s silk robe. "You’re the only follower I care about now." Today, she was thinking about the tiny, gurgling
Allison’s mind raced. Marcus didn’t know the truth. He thought she was just the nanny. He had no idea that Jana was her daughter—adopted after her own life fell apart, the one pure thing she had built from the ashes of her old identity.
"Baby Jana. The viral sensation. The little girl who laughs at thunderstorms and refuses to eat pureed peas. Every parenting blog, every influencer network—they want her. And I know you’re her nanny. So let’s make a deal. You get Jana to sign with my agency, and I forget about those old photos I still have."