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And for the first time in years, Allison believed she deserved it.
"Baby Jana. The viral sensation. The little girl who laughs at thunderstorms and refuses to eat pureed peas. Every parenting blog, every influencer networkâthey want her. And I know youâre her nanny. So letâs make a deal. You get Jana to sign with my agency, and I forget about those old photos I still have."
Marcusâs grin vanished. He looked down at his jacket pocketâa hidden recorder. "Thatâs⊠thatâs not admissible." Baby Jana Pt8 -Ex Webe Model Allison-
And then something unexpected happened. Allisonâs phoneâher new phone, the one with no ties to her old lifeâlit up. It was a video call from an unknown number. She answered on instinct.
Allison stiffened. She wasnât 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. And for the first time in years, Allison
She didnât open the door.
Her grip on Jana tightened. "What?"
Allisonâs mind raced. Marcus didnât know the truth. He thought she was just the nanny. He had no idea that Jana was her daughterâadopted after her own life fell apart, the one pure thing she had built from the ashes of her old identity.
