Baby Jana Pt8 -ex Webe Model Allison- -

Jana smiled. It was the kind of smile that didn’t need a filter.

And for the first time in years, Allison believed she deserved it. Baby Jana Pt8 -Ex Webe Model Allison-

She took a slow breath, then opened the door a crack. "No deal, Marcus. And you need to leave before I call the cops." Jana smiled

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. She took a slow breath, then opened the door a crack

Allison stiffened. She wasn’t expecting anyone. Peeking through the peephole, her blood ran cold. It was him . Marcus. The photographer who had leaked her private content three years ago, the man who had nearly destroyed her career. He looked older, thinner, but his smile was the same snake-oil grin.

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.

Her grip on Jana tightened. "What?"