So, this is my version of GinJay's My Lost Angel. Please share it and let everyone know... Naru is back! If this gets good feedback, I'll definitely keep going. I'll make sure to bring you even better stories. Please support me once again with a new fanfic! Drop a comment if you'd like me to continue this story.

Just another typical GinJay story, read if you must.

Jayna Stevens can lead high-stakes tactical operations and survive weeks in the field without breaking a sweat. So why is she completely undone by a diaper bag, a baby bottle, and two chaotic twin girls? When her closest friend asks for a life-altering favor, the elite military officer accepts the most baffling assignment of her career: move into a beachside home on the tropical shores of Koh Samui and become a live-in nanny. Officially, Jayna is just helping Ginny Pratipnatsiri manage her toddlers after a devastating divorce. Unofficially, she's a stealth bodyguard deployed to protect Ginny from an increasingly unstable ex-husband. But there's a major tactical complication: after surviving a deeply controlling marriage, Ginny has sworn off overprotective types. She's worked too hard for her independence to let another rigid, strong-willed person tell her how to live. To keep her safe, Jayna must hide her true identity-and her lethal skillset-entirely. Hiding her past is hard enough, but resisting Ginny is impossible. Stubborn, brilliant, and fiercely devoted to her daughters, Ginny leaves Jayna completely defenseless. Jayna was given one strict rule before arriving: Protect my sister, but don't fall for her. Unfortunately, that ship sailed years ago. As sunlit mornings on the island blur into chaotic bedtime routines, the lines between duty and desire fade. Jayna soon realizes her toughest mission won't be guarding Ginny from the dangers outside-it will be guarding her own heart from the only woman she's ever loved.

Five years ago, rising star Ginny left Thailand and Jay behind without a word or explanation. Now she's a Hollywood celebrity with a stalker problem, PR crisis, and leaked voicemail that was never meant to be heard by the public. And the bodyguard assigned to protect her? Jay. The same woman she once loved dearly. It's supposed to be professional. No past. No feelings. No remembering what it felt like to be together. But the press has been relentless, the danger was real, and to make it worse, Jay is colder than Ginny ever imagined. And loving someone who looks at you like a stranger might hurt even more than losing them the first time.

Two women at opposite ends of survival: one who bloomed too much, and another who never blossomed at all. When science fails and the soil gives up, all that remains is the forbidden warmth of a graft. Because sometimes, for life to bloom within flesh, one root must learn to bleed for the other. This is just a translation; the original fanfic is in Portuguese by the author @-kovac

In Bangkok, after midnight, people stop pretending. Ginny isn't looking for love. She wants one honest night-no promises, no expectations, no risk. Jayna wants the same. Her life is controlled, her rules are clear, and emotional attachment is not an option. Their meeting is supposed to be simple. Just the night. Just desire. Just an agreement. Encouraged by friends, Ginny tells herself this is only temporary-something she can walk away from when the sun comes up. But the later it gets, the harder it becomes to tell what's temporary and what's real. As morning begins to demand answers, they're forced to choose: stay hidden in the dark-or risk carrying their feelings into the light. Because not everything that begins after midnight is meant to end before morning.

Managing celebrities is difficult. Managing Jayna "Jay" Stevens is nearly impossible. After losing her tour manager just before a major concert, Jayna is forced to spend two months under the supervision of Ginny Natnicha who is far too serious, far too beautiful, and says "no" far too often. Between shows, endless miles on the road, and constant arguments, the line between professional and personal begins to blur. Because sometimes the person who is hardest to manage is the one who has been quietly managing your heart all along.

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