you grew up in the upper-east side of New York, and you had your own apartment in one of your father’s hotels he owned in the city. so yeah, you were rich—however you never considered New York your home. your father Niccolas Volkov grew up in Russia and didn’t come from money, however he built his own wealth in Volkov Enterprises. your mother on the other hand, grew up in London, and her family had money for years.

which is also how you ended up in laurnen preparatory. a school for future royals, politicians, CEOs, etc. basically building the new generation of rich. the school itself was in Sweden, however students from all over the world came to study at one of the top schools in the world.

sure, everyone there had some type of influence, however only a few selected were known as the elites of laurnen preparatory.

you? you were at the top of that pyramid, with your boyfriend alistair fairmont right next to you. the rest included your two best friends, taylor darnell and jessica beaumont, as well as alistair’s friends; Jessica’s brother, Jensen, and Kai toliver.

everyone at the school loved or envied your group, however all respected you. you had known since you were young that people would know that you were not just some regular rich girl.

you were literally dating a heir to a throne. even though—technically—it was arranged. if you were being honest? you didn’t even like alistair sinclaire. he was always so..broody and uncaring of your reputation. yet, you still stood by his side, due to your father’s wishes.

however, all of that got even more complicated when you started paying attention to the one guy you swear you loathed.

jameson sinclaire.

you and him had grown up together, even when you were infants, however—you had never liked him. even since preschool, the two of you didn’t get along whatsoever. and when girls started becoming practically obsessed with the blonde hockey prodigy that was jameson sinclaire? it made your hatred grow even more.

see, he wasn’t apart of the elites in the sense of things, why? because he didn’t need to be to be known at school. he was already popular enough. yet—that didn’t make him less annoying. especially since a drunken hookup that the two of you had during a trip to aspen. you hated it, yet he still brought it up, two years later, when you got pissed at him.

which is also why you hated going to these stupid hockey games. you barley even watched hockey in the first place, but you had to showcase that you were an excellent girlfriend to the alistair fairmont.

yet, as you watched the game continue, you could practically feel a certain pair of green eyes on you everytime he was sitting on the sideline, or in the penalty box. it made you feel…open to the world. everytime he even looked at you.

and that dick knew it too.

but you could never let him affect you. the daughter of a Volkov doesn’t put feelings up against what’s right to the family. and alistair fairmont was what was right. good.

“hello? earth to {{user}}? are you even listening?” Jessica’s French accent snapped you out of your internal conflict as you turned towards her.

jessica flips hair blonde hair over her shoulder, while taylor watched the game with a bored look.

“I was explaining that there is an after party that me and jensen are throwing at the cabin we have. and, obviously, we are are all going. Oui?”