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💚 So, this is a story that has been hanging in my mind for a little while, and here is the twist, you can read it as a TMI fanfic, or an FSOG one. I will update at the same time for both of those stories, so pick the characters you want to follow, or do both, haha.

💚So, this is an early update because someone had the bright idea of telling me it's their birthday and asking for this as a present ... But that being said, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

💚Now, in case it wasn't clear, this will be a Jace POV story. and I know you will want Clary's PoV, but it will just be Jace.

💚Also, As I said, I will no longer answer reviews (To be fair, I've been doing this for years, so don't hate me too much) But they are always MORE than welcome. They are like fuel to me, so don't be shy, I always like to know what you think. And I will keep on answering Pm. And don't forget to let me know which story you want to be updated.

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Prologue (2,4K)

For the umpteenth time, Jace paced in the living room of his parents' home, doing his best to not look at the door and see the disappointment that no one had come through it yet. He tried to reason himself over and over again, finding all the excuses in the world as to why Clary still hadn't come as Alec had promised.

At first, it was still early. Then she might have had some problems with the border since Alec mentioned she promised to bring a cake. Then, after Alec had tried to call her, and she didn't pick up, he started thinking that maybe she forgot her phone back in New York. Or maybe she had been working a bit and would arrive in the late afternoon.

But now that Alec was on his way to tug in Jason who was crying his eyes out because he wouldn't get to see Clary, Jace had to admit it to himself, she simply didn't come. There were no excuses. She just decided that wasn't going to show up, and she didn't even have the decency to call ahead.

With a loud sigh, Jace finally stopped pacing, longing to be alone and finally get a drink. All-day long, he had resisted the sweet call of a nice whiskey to calm his nerves, and all he wanted now was to drown his anxiety in the drown liquid. He curtly took leave of his parents, but when he was at the front door, his father rested his hand on his shoulder to stop him,

"Son …"

"I'm alright, Dad. I just want to go home. I still have work to do and can't let this day go unproductive and to waste."

"Life has its ups and downs. And we are here for you for the two ends of that spectrum."

Jace looked at his father, and he knew what Clary would have told him to do at this right moment, use the opportunity to spend time with his family. But he was angry at her, at himself and certainly not in the right mindset to receive life lessons and pity looks from his parents.

So he straightened up, and said, "As I told you before. I just have work to do. I'll call you guys later before going to Macau."

He then left without giving his father the opportunity to say anything or call Celine for backup. He drove back to his penthouse, realising as he did so that this was a habit that was born out of Clary. He always had Kyle drive him everywhere when he was in Seattle, but she had convinced him that it was inappropriate for him to have a driver when he would visit his family.

At the time, he agreed with her, because it meant that if he was drinking, they would have to stay at his parents' place, and he would get to sleep with her in his arms. But now, it just became an inconvenience once again. He couldn't work and drive at the same time. This was the reason why he had drivers and chauffeurs.

Once back in his apartment, he was almost tempted to ask Kyle to take him to his jet so he could go to New York, but he thought better of it. He was supposed to go over the weekend anyway, before going to Macau for the hotel opening. There was no point rushing there before he needed to be there.

He poured himself a glass of whiskey, burying himself in his study and working on the few things he had postponed so he could be at his parents' house. Alec had always been an optimistic dreamer. In his heart of heart, despite the hope that burnt in him, he knew it was too good to be true. He knew that, no matter what, Clary would stick to the contract.

Of course, he had tried to talk to her after that disastrous conversation. He showed up at Valentine's office twice, but each time, he had missed her. So he sent roses to her office, so she could see that he understood she was mad that he showed up at her place, but that he was sorry as well.

But he never heard from her. And though he didn't ask, Valentine did mention that the roses hadn't been received the way he had hoped. She had been embarrassed and hid in the bathroom. So it became clear to Jace that she was through with him, though there was still this little hope that one day she didn't completely forget about him. She never returned all the things he got for her, and though he didn't expect them, he knew it was in her character to do so.

He drank a couple of more glasses of whiskey, reading over the notes that Aline had sent him, and after he was done, he leaned against the headrest of his chair, closing his eyes as his hand played with the box in his pocket. Nothing had happened the way he had planned since her birthday.

First of all, she had been supposed to call back so he could tell her over the hone that he wanted to keep on seeing her outside the terms of their contract. He would have hinted that he wanted a more permanent one, one that would make her his to the eyes all, people as well as God. But she didn't call, nor even picked up when he tried to call her. So he bit his bone, and when he came back to New York, a week after being back in the US, he went to see her.

And of course, she was all chummy with that punk of a comedian, and he lost his temper. And all the things he had wanted to tell her came out wrong because of his anger. Just like she did, he barely listened to what she had to say, all too happy to blame it on her that they were falling apart. And he couldn't help but think that, if she had listened to him, they would still be together.

Well, if she hadn't said those last fateful words.

He played with the ring he had bought for her whilst he was in Asia. To was an 18 carats white gold ring, with a big white diamond topping it. If everything had gone according to plan, he would have proposed when he came back to New York, instead of being kicked out by the woman he loved of her apartment.

In all honesty, he had brought the ring with him, in the hope that, if she showed up, he could finally get the chance to propose. He even already had the perfect way to make her say yes, invoking that it was his birthday and that she couldn't turn him down on such a day.

He was barely aware of his office door opening, lost in his contemplation of the ring and what could have happened. Alec walked to him, probably to take his drink form him as he did much time over the past few months, but his brother froze in his tracks when his blue eyes landed on the jewellery box.

For a moment, he stayed silent, before telling Jace, "I'm sure something happened. I mean, it doesn't look like her not to pick up her phone."

Jace snorted and closed the box before pouring himself another glass. If Clary wasn't picking up, it was because she didn't want to have anything to do with him. After all, Alec himself had told him many times that Clary never talked about him or their relationship.

Alec glanced at the box that was still on the table, and he finally asked what he had avoided for months, "Is this the reason why she broke?"

For a moment, Jace was tempted to lie, so he could get his brother off his back. sure, he had spent a lot of time at Alec's house since the breakup, but it was for selfish reasons. First of all, he didn't want to be alone in his flat after Clary. second, he wanted to know what it felt like to live with kids. After all, this was the one thing he knew he couldn't give Clary, and being with his nephews only comforted him in this reality.

Sure, he had gotten closer to Julian and Jason, to the point that he had his own personal drawings for both Christmas and his birthday. But he also realised that they were always an afterthought. Many times, he cancelled on the kids, because he had a meeting or a last-minute business trip abroad, and though he knew that Clary didn't mind for herself, she would mind for her kids.

In the end, he was right. He didn't have time for a wife and even less for kids. He would never be able to do what Alec was doing with his sons.

He deeply breathed in, and admitted, "I said some words that came out wrong. And I did some things that I should have done, and said some things I shouldn't have said."

"No one is perfect, Peanut."

"She was. To me. She was the perfect fit for me and my lifestyle …"

Alec chortled, sitting on the desk though still facing his brother, "Doesn't Clary want kids? How does that fit for you?"

Jace nodded, gulping down the rest of his glass. "Indeed. You're right. No one is perfect."

He poured himself another glass, though Alec was glaring at him. His golden eyes were lost into space as he recalled the moment he knew he loved her. It was exactly two years ago when she made him go to his parents' party for his birthday. It was when she laughed with his father, something that started out as shy, but ended being a genuine laugh that he realised he loved her. He doubted she even knew he had been looking at her at the time, but he had. And getting to fall asleep with her in his arms had been the best feeling in the world.

Deep down, he knew he should have told her as soon as he had known. But on the other hand, Clary had always been very vocal on her wishes to get married and even more, have children. And this had been the constant battle for months on end. Every time he thought he should just tell her and break the contract, she would say something about kids that would make him recoil.

And of course, to top it all, Valentine Morgenstern came up with that stupid London idea, and Jace had never seen her so excited about something.

Alec rested his hand on his brother's shoulder and tried to keep his hope alive, "Maybe you should try calling her friend. I mean, she seemed genuine when she said she would come. I. Don't —."

"She doesn't want to talk to me, Alec. And I don't think shell ever forgive me for what happened."

Alec didn't say a thing, waiting for Jace to elaborate, and Jace sipped on his whiskey. He hesitated before saying, 'We weren't actually dating."

"I figured."

Jace rose an eyebrow, and his brother explained, "You don't mix business and pleasure, and yet, you put her in contact with your top lawyer."

"She wasn't an escort," Jace quickly said, because he knew how important it was to her. In fact, this was the whole reason behind their argument. The fact that he made her feel like a prostitute.

"Oh, don't worry. Though I don't put you above paying for sex, it doesn't seem to be in Clary's character to receive money for sex. But that's not the point. The point is that you love her."

Jace paled, the gravity of his action finally raining on him. He always saw the money as the end of their contract. But now, now that his own brother who didn't get to spend much time with Clary, and yet could tell she wouldn't appreciate receiving money straight after sex, now he understood how important it was to Clary and how degraded she felt.

He played with the box concealing the ring, and confessed his sin, "It was her birthday when we went to Washington … and … I got carried away. I wanted to speak to her, but we ended up making love …" He deeply breathed in, and continued, "And … I treated the whole affair just like any other contract."

"Did you give money to the woman you love after having had sex with her?" Alec asked, obfuscated, and when Jace nodded, the older brother smacked the younger one behind his head.

"It was in the terms of our contract," Jace defended himself, glaring at his brother.

"And sometimes, contracts are meant to be broken or forgone. What kind of person want to get paid by the one they love after having had sex with them? How would you feel if the roles had been reversed?"

Jace ignored him, letting him rant. What he was saying wasn't new. It was mostly what Clary said when he went to her place. In fact, had she not say that one sentence, he would have argued with her and made her see reason, made her see that she was wrong, and he was the one who was right. It was his job, after all, he was used to confusing people so much, that they ended up agreeing with his terms, without even batting an eye or regretting it.

But then, she mentioned henry. And that was the reason why he backed away. Because nothing could have hurt his ego more than what she said, that he had made her feel worst than that piece of shit ever did. Henry who did not hesitate to slander her behind her back still had more honour in her eyes than he did.

And without even realising it, he said out loud, "He was right, after all."

"What?"

"He said, she would make me fall for her, and then, disregard me like an old sock."

"Who said that?"

"Henry."

"I don't even care who that is. If you still love her, Jace, you should just tell her. Admit to her that you fucked up, and start over with her, on a normal and healthy relationship."

Jace gulped down his drink. "I know why she didn't come, Alec. It's because she moved on. She's going to London soon, and there's nothing I could say that could make her love me the way I want."

He looked at the bottle, before turning the empty glass upside down, and putting it on the table as he got up, taking the resolution to stop growing his sorrows in alcohol.

"She moved on, and so should I."

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💚Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed💚

💚 So, this is the prologue. How many of you hate Clary? 😈 And what about what Jace said about Henry? Why do you think she did not come?

💚What do you think of this prologue? And what do you think the chapter titles will be about? Anyone guessing can ask any question they like ^^

💚 I'm always curious about your favourite part, and what you think will happen next, so let me know.

💚 Cassandra Clare owns the names of the characters from the Mortal Instruments franchise, everything else is mine.

Love, Mina💚💚💚