Baby Jana Pt8 -ex Webe Model Allison- Access

Marcus’s grin vanished. He looked down at his jacket pocket—a hidden recorder. "That’s… that’s not admissible."

"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."

She didn’t open the door.

Jana cooed.

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.

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.

"It is when you’re on parole for cyberstalking," Allison said, her voice steady. She cradled Jana closer. "Goodbye, Marcus." Baby Jana Pt8 -Ex Webe Model Allison-

Allison closed the door, leaned against it, and exhaled. Jana looked up at her, calm now, as if she understood that her mama had just won a war she didn’t even know was being fought.

"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."

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

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

"I know you’re in there, Allison," he called through the wood. "Relax. I’m not here for you. I’m here for the baby."

Within minutes, sirens wailed in the distance. Marcus bolted, but he didn’t get far. Two squad cars cut him off at the end of the block. Jana’s big brown eyes blinked slowly, her tiny