Clary and her daughter Faith are homless. Clary is alone, she knows exactly who the father is. Billionaire Jace Herondale. In fact, Clary is part of the reason why Jace is the billionaire he is today. What happens when Jace Herondale bumps into his...
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING This is the last chapter that will be 500 words, the next chapter WILL be posted until Saturday JACE POV I see Clary's green eyes, pleading for me to let her keep her daughter. "I'm not that cruel," I whisper and walk out of the room. FAITH POV I wake up in the warm fluffy bed, the play structure isn't exactly comfortable, especially when there are wood chips. I feel myself get carried. I gasp and look up. I see Women with black and white outfits carrying me.
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There was four maids carrying me by my limbs. They were stripping me of my clothes. I didn't even have time to scream, I was thrown into a tub, or a pool, I couldn't really tell. I went up to the surface, I breathed in air. "Oh my, you really are a filthy one aren't you?" One of the maids ask as they scrub my hair. I wince as they do, since I don't exactly wash my hair normally it hurts whenever I do. They put honey lemon shampoo on me. With apple body wash and green apple conditioner. They scrub, scrub, scrub really hard, everywhere. Everywhere. Finally they stop, I notice the water turning a brownish red. They lift me up and start drying. I squeak as they do, and again they rub hard everywhere. Everywhere. I sigh and wait. Then they grab a blow dryer and blow dry my hair. It was cold, but powerful. Then they put some light blue panties on me. They were clean, and i felt clean, lighter. Then they put some dark blue jeans with black leather boots and light blue socks. And they gave me a white blouse, then they brushed my hair. Hard. They brushed and brushed. I wince every brush. Then they turn me around, finally looking at me. They all gasp and drop their brushes as they look at me. I blush and look at the floor. "She is so beautiful!" One of the maids exclaims. The other maids nod in approval. I look at myself in the mirror. Sure I was cleaner, but I looked the same, my eyes, green, my hair changed, it's golden. I looked the same. They grabbed my arm and dragged me out. I gasp in surprise. Then they drag me down the stairs. "Mr. Jace, here is Mrs.Faith" the maid says and leaves. Jace stares at me. I hug myself awkwardly. My mom looks beautiful, I don't know why people are so focused on me. She has vibrant curly red hair instead of brownish red coppery hair. Her skin was pale instead of slightly tan, her eyes were the same though. Jace's jaw drops. My mother also can't see the difference in me, because she already knows. My mom is the only person I have. I go towards the table and sit on the chair. I'm really short though, so I look five instead of seven.
"Faith, I-we....we need to tell you something...Faith...." Jace looks at my mom. I look at her scared.
"Yes?" I ask curiously.
"Faith, you....you.....I.....remember when i told you about Daddy?" Mommy says. I nod. "You told me Maybe i might meet him one day" I say. "Well, baby, that day was yesterday.....Faith, Jace is your dad" Mommy says. My breath gets caught in my throat.
