you moved to london when you were 18. not for a particular reason, except your multi-billionaire boyfriend, alex volkov, lived there. you attended school there, while he, three years older, worked at his empire.

you technically didn't have any guardian or parental figure here. so alex came to all your school events, including if you got in trouble. which you did, today atleast.

you had gotten in a fight. a HUGE one. the girl sat opposite you, with a bloodied and probably broken nose and messed up hair, with fake tears. she started the fight, not you, making up rumours about you and slapping you.

you sat with scars on your face and an ice pack to your head.

alex was called and, oh boy, this was going to be a problem