Kidnapped a Don for Christmas

Heartbreak for Christmas.

Elysandre's POV

My eyes and my nose are red from crying. I have been lying in the cabin ever since I arrived here. Is this what I'm going to get for Christmas? A heartbreak? Of course, my parents have been calling me because they thought I was going with them to Paris. I think they only want me to pay for everything. They do not like being at the cabin. Ever since my grandparents died, they have never come here. They prefer the bright lights of the cities abroad for Christmas. Every year they go to another city and explore a new country. I prefer a small, cozy Christmas like we always had when my grandparents were still alive. I know I should get out of bed and start cleaning the cabin. It is full of dust, but I have only cleaned the bedroom where I was supposed to spend Christmas with Mark. Instead, I am sitting in bed eating chocolates, crying my eyes out as the tissues are spread all over the bed, covered in my tears. Every time I close my eyes, I see my fiancé and my sister naked in bed. What a wonderful Christmas present.

I have switched off my phone. I need alone time right now. My parents should know I’m okay. Of course, they care about me, because I am the one looking after the whole damn family. Luckily, I brought all the food and supplies I would need for a few days. At the moment, I am only eating chocolates, ice cream, and all the comfort food I can get. I will go to town tomorrow and stock up on more supplies, maybe more healthy food. If I continue eating chocolates and ice cream for the rest of the holidays, I am not going to be very healthy when I get home. It will make my sister even happier if I get pimples and pick up a few pounds. I cannot continue like this. This is not me. Mark has tried to contact me, which is why I switched off my phone. I have nothing to say to him anymore. I think we’re done for good. I don't want somebody who sleeps with my sister. If he cheated on me once, he will do it again. They deserve each other. I feel like blocking him, but there are a lot of things we need to discuss. We need to discuss who is going to take what. There are things we bought together, and I am seriously thinking of giving them all to him. I want nothing that reminds me of him! I hope he is out of my house when I get back. I never want to see him again. When the holidays are over, I am canceling all the contracts we have with his family business.

My sister’s career is almost over, even though she is a model, and my parents think she is the most beautiful thing there is. She is getting too old to be a model, and that is why she is looking for a wealthy husband. That is why she has set her sights on Mark. I don’t care. She and my family think he is from a wealthy family. I know otherwise. I know that our company is the one keeping Mark’s parents’ company alive. When I take away all our business contracts, they are going to suffer. I only gave them the contracts because I wanted Mark to be successful. Oh, but I’m going to make sure that happens only until he marries Andrea. I know she wants to marry him, and Andrea always gets what she wants. I can’t wait until she realizes she has married a bankrupt man.

“Elysande ‘Elsa’ Moreau, get your sorry ass out of bed! You are going to enjoy Christmas whether you like it or not! You always loved this cabin. Stop thinking about the people who hurt you all the time. Your mother only brags about your sister. Your father doesn't give a damn about you as long as you bring in money for the company, and you have to start thinking of moving on with your life. Why not stay here for the rest of your life? The cabin is perfect, and the people around here are friendly. f**k your family who does not appreciate you and your cheating fiancé! You can do so much better without them. Your life is going to be wonderful, and you are going to get a Christmas tree,” I say to myself as I look in the mirror. Damn, my hair is a mess. My eyes are red, my nose looks swollen, and I look almost like Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. It is time to stop feeling sorry for myself.

I am back, and I’m going to clean. I start in the kitchen. I clean the whole cabin, and often I have to stop and sneeze because of all the dust, but it feels like I am cleaning out my heart and my head while I clean out the dust. As I clean, I start singing Christmas songs. I make up my own words because I want to get this bitterness out of my heart.

“I won’t let Mark spoil my Christmas… Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la… f**k him and Andrea… Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la… I don’t need a man for Christmas… Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la… I am going to enjoy it anyway… Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la… I am going to be jolly… Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la,” I sing, and I’m sure if there were dogs around, they would be howling at my song. I am also sure I chased away all the animals around the cabin, as I am not a very good singer.

I am going to be fine. Luckily, there are Christmas trees all around me. I just have to go and get one. That is what I do next: I go outside and pick the best one. I have the axe that I got in my grandfather’s old shack, and I pick the best Christmas tree I can get. I have my old sleigh. It's not a big tree because I can't handle a big tree. I'm only five foot six, and I cannot handle a big tree by myself. So I cut down a smaller one. When I get back, I get the old pot my grandma used to use and plant the tree in the pot. Then I go and fetch the ornaments my grandmother kept in the cabin, and I start decorating the tree. When I'm finished, I step back, and for the first time, my heart feels lighter as I look at my handiwork. My tree looks really festive, and the whole sitting room is decorated with all the Christmas decorations I can find. There is even mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. I smile bitterly. I will not even have someone to kiss for Christmas under the mistletoe. I almost cry again, but I swallow back my tears. I am not going to mourn a broken relationship with Mark anymore. He is not worth my tears!