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I came down the stairs and Jace was standing in the foyer in a black suit with his hair actually styled for once and a look on his face when he saw me that made me feel‚ for the first time in days‚ like maybe I wasn't as broken as I thought. "Wow‚" he said. “Beautiful…” "You clean up nice‚ Thornton‚" I said. "You look... I don't even have a word. You look incredible‚ Aria." My mom was practically vibrating next to him. "Doesn't she? That dress was made for her. And Jace‚ tell me about your family. Aria mentioned your father is a warrior?" "Yes‚ Luna Diane. He's a senior warrior in the Silvercrest Pack‚ been serving about fifteen years now. My mom runs the pack's medical center."

She could do nothing but ignore their remarks. SANTIAGO MANSION Jace strode through the dimly lit hallways that led to his father's private study, a place known only to him. He had been summoned by his father, and judging by the look on his face, he was angry. Their relationship had never been good since the death of his mother and brother. As he entered the study, he noticed the expensive paintings, the chandelier, and the bookshelves. In the center hung a portrait of his late mother.

And Jace is not just an ordinary head, as with his wealth, smartness, and ways, he can even make any elder in the family experience hell, indirectly. The elders don't just cherish him, they also fear him. But Axel, he is so proud of giving birth to such a son that he even brags one day that if Lorrid is destroyed one day, Jace can single-handedly bring it back up, a fact that the other heads can't do because those companies of Lorrid is a year after years growth and perfection, until Jace came and built a number all by himself. A brag that the elders didn't refute. So, when my dad heard that Jace personally chose me to be his protector, he was so happy that he nearly knelt down and cried, an

"He looks exactly like Leon and that is because of the truth surrounding their birth. Ruby Valtieri told us that the family had used the same surrogate mother for the both of them, and it seems she got pregnant with both of them at once through the DNA of the men so that's why they hold extreme resemblance to each other. However, one is from the main branch of the family, while the other is from the second branch. Jace is said to be more quiet and introverted than Leon, he's hardly ever seen outside so not a lot of people know things about him.” The idea was ridiculous, but the truth often was. "However, Jace didn't show anything that shows he knew who Rhea was, or anything of that sort," Ma

I met her gaze, my voice steady despite the fear curling in my stomach. “That Jace is his father.”

— As Jace emerged from the attic, the weight of the revelations heavy on his shoulders, he was met with the concerned gaze of Marvis, who had been anxiously awaiting his return. "What did you find?" Marvis asked, her voice filled with trepidation as she took in the haunted look in Jace's eyes. Jace hesitated for a moment, the words catching in his throat as he struggled to articulate the enormity of what he had discovered. "It's my father," he finally whispered, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper. "He's... he's not who we thought he was." Marvis's brow furrowed in confusion as she moved closer, her hand reaching out to gently touch Jace's arm. "What do you mean?" she pressed, her voice

Ronan spat out. “Lance!” Jace growled, going forward. “Jace no!” Nora said, grabbing him by his arm. “He is Lance’s son!” Jace yelled, looking at Nora like she was crazy. “He is our daughter’s mate. He saved her life. He brought her out of the hunter’s curse.” Nora yelled at Jace. “He is still- “Are you your father’s son?” Nora said, narrowing her eyes. “Yes but-” Jace started and Nora cut him off.

His mother. But she wasn't alone. Beside her, half-hidden by the snow, stood a man in a dark coat. Tall. Gray-haired. A gut that strained against his jacket. Gregory. Jace's father. And they were talking to each other like old friends. "They're working together," Marcus said. "His mother and his father. They've been working together this whole time. The detective act. The abandoned car. The blood on the seat. It was all a setup to push Jace into losing control. And it worked."

"So what do I need to know about Jace? What things should I be wary of him?" The greenhouse party became very unpleasant. "For years, Jace hunted warlocks to find the sorcerer who had placed a curse on him and the Kingdom of Darkwood. Your dad is one of the enemies of the Darkwood Kingdom. It's possible. He disappeared due to pressure or maybe even the doing of Jace himself. Forgive me...." Rain doesn't understand. She almost laughed at the story coming out of Ben's mouth.

Jace hit his hand on the table, his voice rising. I glanced at my mother. She looked pleased, like this was exactly what she wanted. “Yes, I want her to be your personal assistant,” Father said firmly. “Not someone’s errand girl. Did you keep her identity hidden?” Jace turned to glare at me. I quickly looked away. He must think I told Father everything. “Did she tell you this, Dad?” Jace asked coldly. “Shut up and answer me! Did you hide who she was?” “Yes,” Jace answered. “Why should I announce her identity? The Monroe family has only one heir. And that’s me.”