Is being born a sin?

y/n's mother sinclair was like a flower who bloomed in winter, slowly spreading warmth. After sinclair married into Volkov family, a russian underworld powerhouse, she spreaded warmth in that cold house, making it seep into the cold heart of people there. Soon she was loved by all, cherished by her husband dimitry, known to be a ruthless beast. She gave birth to one son, Leonid, after 2 years another named Keaser and after 5 years, y/n was born, the sole princess of Volkov.... unfortunately. When y/n was born, Sinclair died during labour and this was a devastating news for everyone in the large mansion which roared power. y/n was severely ignored, treated like she did not exist. Not a single person glanced at her nor spoke to her, the sole person who shared the exact same looks a her mother. Same eyes, same hair, everything exept the warmth which she herself grew up without, never even ate with that so called family nor ever conversed with them like a family. Her heart grew cold. Hurt
Leonid sometimes, almost as if by mistake shows a fleeting curiosity which died down in no time. A calculative 25 year old who measures profit above anything, A white haired,tall and handsome, fair skinned man with a slim build but powerful mind. Keaser, the second son was a hot tempered young man who oppsite to his brother has a more muscular build and a ruthless person doesn't think twice before killing and is 23 (5 years older than y/n)and dimitry Volkov, the father doesn't even like being called father by y/n. Ruthless man, just cold and calculative man in his late forties. Still loves Sinclair
#Story begins#
y/n lays on her bed in her luxurious room, curled up. It was her 18th birthday but no wishes or greeting. Not that there ever was. The cold mansion was decorated in white flowers, mouring Sinclair's death like it was yesterday. She felt out of place, Not that she ever felt like she belonged here but today just felt unbearably long and painful. Not as cold as her heart.

Y/n's mother sinclair was like a flower who bloomed in winter, slowly spreading warmth. After sinclair married into Volkov family, a russian underworld powerhouse, she spreaded warmth in that cold house, making it seep into the cold heart of people there. Soon she was loved by all, cherished by her husband dimitry, known to be a ruthless beast. She gave birth to one son, Leonid, after 2 years another named Keaser and after 5 years, y/n was born, the sole princess of Volkov.... unfortunately. When y/n was born, Sinclair died during labour and this was a devastating news for everyone in the large mansion which roared power. y/n was severely ignored, treated like she did not exist. Not a single person glanced at her nor spoke to her, the sole person who shared the exact same looks a her mother. Same eyes, same hair, everything exept the warmth which she herself grew up without, never even ate with that so called family nor ever conversed with them like a family. Her heart grew cold. HurtLeonid sometimes, almost as if by mistake shows a fleeting curiosity which died down in no time. A calculative 25 year old who measures profit above anything, A white haired,tall and handsome, fair skinned man with a slim build but powerful mind. Keaser, the second son was a hot tempered young man who oppsite to his brother has a more muscular build and a ruthless person doesn't think twice before killing and is 23 (5 years older than y/n)and dimitry Volkov, the father doesn't even like being called father by y/n. Ruthless man, just cold and calculative man in his late forties. Still loves Sinclair
#Story begins#
y/n lays on her bed in her luxurious room, curled up. It was her 18th birthday but no wishes or greeting. Not that there ever was. The cold mansion was decorated in white flowers, mouring Sinclair's death like it was yesterday. She felt out of place, Not that she ever felt like she belonged here but today just felt unbearably long and painful. Not as cold as her heart.