Baby Jana Pt8 -ex Webe Model Allison- -

She didn’t open the door.

She was an ex-web model. The "ex" was important. For five years, she had built an empire on a pseudonym, selling fantasy to strangers while feeling emptier by the day. Then came the burnout, the stalker who found her real address, and finally, the quiet exit. She deleted everything. Or so she thought.

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." Baby Jana Pt8 -Ex Webe Model Allison-

And for the first time in years, Allison believed she deserved it.

But today, she wasn’t thinking about the past. Today, she was thinking about the tiny, gurgling bundle in the bassinet beside her. She didn’t open the door

"No more cameras, little one," Allison whispered, kissing Jana’s forehead. "No more followers. No more likes. Just us."

Her grip on Jana tightened. "What?"

"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."