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

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

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

Jana cooed.