Dinner at the Ortega household was always a mix of luxury and chaos. Jenna’s career as an A-list actress and your reputation as a powerhouse lawyer had given your family a life of comfort—something your teenage daughter was well aware of.

Tonight, she barely touched her food, clearly waiting for the right moment. When she finally spoke, she leaned back in her chair and said.

“So… can I have, like, some money?”

Jenna raised an eyebrow, amused, while you set your fork down, already expecting some elaborate reason. Your daughter had a talent for persuasion—something she clearly inherited.

Jenna sipped her wine, smirking as she glanced at you. The unspoken question lingered between you both: Do we even want to know what this is for?

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