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Jana, sensing the tension, began to whimper.

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.

"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." Baby Jana Pt8 -Ex Webe Model Allison-

She didn’t open the door.

Jana cooed.

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."

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. Jana, sensing the tension, began to whimper

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.

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. "I know you’re in there, Allison," he called