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 CLARY POV "Yeah...but that's not bad....right?" I ask, afraid of what Jace might do or say. "No...not bad.." he says. He grabs a paper clip from behind me and starts unfolding it. "What are you-?" "Shhhh!" He interrupts me. He folds the paper clip into a circle.
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He kneels down and looks up at me. "I'm sorry this isn't some expensive ring...but I can't hold it in any longer to go buy you one...I love you Clary....and we have a daughter....and I just want you..." Jace says. Tears cloud my eyes. "So? Will you do me the great honor of marrying me?" Jace asks. I let out a choked sob. "You have no idea how long I've dreamed about you saying those four words," I say as I put on the ring. "And I don't need a fancy expensive ring.....This one has no price.." I say as I touch the paper clip ring. Jace grabs my waist and kisses me passionately. I grip his hair and kiss him roughly. He sits me on the desk and the rest is history.
FAITH POV I see Oliver walking down the hall. I grab the back of his shirt and pull him into a random room my dad had. "Faith.." Oliver says shyly. "Oliver...why are you avoiding me?" I ask as I twist my right toes into the floor. "I'm avoiding you?! You're the one who's always with Mr.Puke hair!" Oliver says. "What?" I ask in confusion. "That boy you're always with! Ever since you......just forget it.." Oliver says as he starts to walk away. I grab his wrist and turn him around. "Oliver....." I say. His blue eyes stare into mine. "I really care about you...and..." I trail off as I stare at him. "Tyler is just a friend....you're one of the closest people to me other than my parents...I trust you much more than I trust Ty..." I explain. "You do?"Oliver asks shyly. I smile at him and nod. "Of course I do...." I mumble. Oliver smiles. A small blush appears on his cheeks. I give him a quick kiss on the cheek and walk out of the room.
~*~*~*~*~*~ My parents told me they're getting married and I couldn't be happier. The wedding was next month and I was so happy. I was copying down the notes on the board in my history class when the lockdown bell rang."boys and Girls, we are initiating a lockdown...this is not a drill, I repeat, this is not a drill!" My teacher turns off the lights as we hide under our desks. I hear gunshots. Flashbacks of what happened at the hospital started. I start hyperventilating. I try to calm myself as best as I could. That is, until the door flew open. A man walked in. My teacher was shaking. "P-please don't hurt us..." my teacher stutters. The man walks around the room. He had a leather jacket with black boots. He walked around the classroom with his gun. He looks at me, dead in the eye. I felt my stomach turn. I wanted to puke. The sick and twisted familiarity was dreadful. He grabs my ankle and drags me out from the desk. He then picks me up with ease and walks out of the room with me. I scream and thrash around his arms. Trying my best to break free...but it was no use.
Oh Oh! Who do you think took Faith? Do you think she'll survive to see her parents get married?
