So this might be a cliche fic but I am excited to write it. So please read it and tell me your thoughts.

Clary clutched the paint brush tightly in her hand as she contemplated. The blank canvas was right there in front of her, waiting for strokes to fill it up, yet Clary stood there blankly.

Clarissa Fairchild, an aspiring artist, who is hoping to get into the Brooklyn art of academy, earlier this morning received a call from her father to come by for dinner. Dinner. Visit her for a family dinner. Valentine Morgenstern never ever called her daughter to ask her to visit for a family dinner without any motive.

The buzz of her phone pulled her out her thoughts.

"Hey there Si." She greeted her best friend, Simon Lewis as she put down her paint brush.

"Hey. So how's the painting coming along?" Simon asked.

Clary sighed and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she said one word. "Horrible."

Simon tsked before he started speaking. "Now I know where that sulky attitude is from. Caffeine deprivation. Don't worry I am at starbucks, what should I pick up for you?"

"Just coffee. Black- like my soul."

She could hear Simon chuckle as he hung up. Clary ran her fingers through her hair but it was another unavailing attempt as her fingers got caught up in the rebellious tangles. She stared at her phones lock screen as millions of thoughts ran through her head.

It was 10 in the morning and she still had to make a decision. No, not a decision. There never is a decision to make when you are with Valentine. She reminded herself. She was very much nervous to visit her father and her brother. And no her mother isn't dead. Her mother, Jocelyn Fairchild is in coma for the past three years due to a serious accident.

"I'm Back."

Simon was standing as the door with two cups of coffee with a crooked grin. But it vanished as soon as he saw Clary's face.

"Okay...this must be serious. I thought you were cranky because of the lack of sleep but it looks like it's something more." He said as he placed the coffee cups on the kitchen counter.

Clary quickly composed herself and forced a smile. "What are you talking about? Everything's fine now that coffee has arrived."

Simon narrowed his eyes and sat on the couch beside clary.

"You know that's not gonna work right? I've known you since we were seven Fray." He said putting an arm around her shoulder. "Now tell me, what's the matter."

Clary sighed and buried her face in her hands. "Call. Dad. Dinner."

"Oh sh*t." Simon cursed.

"Uh-huh."

Clary raised her head and looked at the blank canvas on the stand. Last time there was a "Family dinner" Clary was almost shipped off to France but thankfully her brother Jonathan stopped it by agreeing to be the heir to the Morgenstern enterprises. By looking at Clary for the first time you would think that she is some girl from a mediocre family but when you get to know her you would be surprised that she is actually the daughter of a billionaire. She wasn't snooty about the money, infact she hated it.

She hated being rich, she hated all those fake people that money had carved out of them and what she hated the most was that she had to be one of the fake people. Money never mattered to her and it never will. That's why Clary moved out as soon as she turned 18 and started living with her best friend Simon. They lived in brooklyn in a nice but cheap, rented apartment and for a living Clary sold painting while Simon started developing games. And she must say that it was very much successful. It's a nice life they were living.

"Is there a way you could skip? I mean let's break your leg!" Simon said a little too enthusiastically.

"I won't skip. I can't skip." Clary said getting up. "I don't know but I want to visit a family."

Simon opened his mouth to speak but clary cut him off. "A family that is mine."

Clary and Simon, both were silent for a long time. Simon finally sighed and said "I just don't want you to suffer."

Clary smiled softly. "I won't. Because this time I won't just be quiet." She promised.

Simon grinned and walked over to where clary was standing and gave her a hug. Simon Lewis, they both met when they were seven on october 31st, 1998. She remembered day as if it were yesterday. He was dressed as a vampire and she as a warrior, he was eating ice-cream when they both bumped into each other. At that time she was crying because her father had scolded her. It was a very normal occurrence of course, but she cried that day because it was supposed to be halloween, and she was naive enough to think that it would be a different day that the others.

Anyway, Simon noticed that and thought that Clary was lost. He gave her his chocolate ice-cream and all of his chocolates. Since that day they both were inseparable.

"So, if anything goes wrong should we escape the country?" Simon asked nervously. "I can book tickets to london."

Clary chuckled. She put an arm around his shoulder as she spoke. "Oh come on. Don't be too dramatic. Just because something would go wrong doesn't mean we have to run away from the country. All you have to do is pick me up."

"Just to be safe." Simon mumbled as he started scrolling through his phone.

Clary's heart started racing fast as the limousine her father had sent, entered the front gate.

She unconsciously started smoothing down her only dress she owned. She was starting to think that this was a very bad idea.

calm down, it's just a family dinner.

the positive side of her consoled her.

yeah with satan.

And there was the ray-of-sunshine side of hers she knew well.

"Ma'am we're here." The chauffeur spoke from the front.

"Right, Thank you." She said as she stepped out of the limo.

Her legs felt like lead as she approached the gigantic wooden doors. She tightly clutched the purse as the black-suited men opened the door.

"Welcome Ms. Clary." Natalie, their housekeeper greeted.

"Natalie." Clary greeted with a very fake smile.

"Mr. Morgenstern will be down in 10 minutes. Please follow me." Natalie said.

Clary followed Natalie as her heart thumped by each step she took. Even though she still hated this place, she was still enthralled by the rooms. It looked like a freaking palace from inside.

"Ah Clarissa, it's been so long." A smooth yet deep voice spoke. Valentine.

Clary gritted her teeth as she saw her father down the stairs. But still she forced a warm smile. "It has been, hasn't it."

"I shall take my leave now, sir. Dinner will be served very soon." Natalie bowed and departed.

Clary could feel the goosebumps rising on her arm as Valentine came closer and finally sat on the black-leather couch. He had a smile on his face that irritated Clary more and more but she composed herself for the sake of her living.

"Where is Jonathon, Father?" Clary asked very cautiously as if she were speaking to the head of a terrorist organization.

"He has been caught up at the company, As you see we do something to earn." Valentine said in a very warm voice even though his words hit Clary sharp as knives.

"Of course father." Clary said in a very stiff voice.

"Now Clarissa," Valentine paused, "I have some news to share today."

Clary's whole body became stiff. News, He has some news. Oh why was she so stupid to come here, thinking that everything would go great?

"Can't wait." Clary said nervously.

"Clary?"

Clary turned and smiled. "Jonathon! you finally came." She got up and went towards him to give him a hug.

"I didn't know you were going to come after all." He said in a frantic voice.

Why was he acting so weird?

The whole dining room was dead silent except for the sound of the cutlery. This silence was very much uncomfortable for clary and she was desperate to break the ice but she didn't dare to utter a word.

"So as I said I have some news." Valentine said as he wiped his mouth.

As no one said anything, Valentine continued. "Clarissa, the company is going through a tough time for a few months."

Why was he saying this to her? Her gut intuition was telling her to leave right now but she didn't dare to do so.

"I don't understand." Clary said in a very quiet voice.

Valentine folded his arms and leaned towards the table. "Okay then, I will go straight to the point."

"Fathe-" Jonathon tried to say something but Valentine silenced him with a look.

"Clarissa, you are going to get married."

*Fiddling a lot* So um...how was it?

This is my first mortal instruments fanfic so the characters might get a little OOC to fit the plot line. And please tell me your thoughts in the review.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for this cliched plot.