Chapter 1
~Trigger Warnings~
Stalking
Privacy Invasion
Depraved Actions
Home Invasion
Humiliation
Degradation
MMF, MFM and MM
Bullying
Bareback
Spitroasting
Video Recording Sex
Childhood Trauma
Cheating (Not between the MC’s)
Chapter 1 ~Rosaline’s POV~
“Are you sure you’re going to be fine all alone?” Samantha asked me on the phone in a tender and worried tone. I had her on speaker, the phone resting on the small table next to the armchair while I was decorating the gigantic Christmas tree, adding lots of pink decorations - my favorite color.
“Ah, don’t worry about me, Sam. I’ll be just fine,” I reassured her, my hands still busy with the tree. “And it’s not like I’ll be completely alone. I’ve got the TV and all the Christmas movies to keep me company.”
Sam sighed on the other line. “It’s your first Christmas alone. Your mom calls me from time to time, asking me if I talked to you.”
I let out a soft laugh, a slight hint of melancholy in my voice. “Yeah, I know. Mom’s probably worried that I will turn into a Christmas Grinch or something.”
A small chuckle left Sam, but I could sense her concern even through the phone. “Yeah... She knows you needed a chance. Some gateway from the big city. It’s good that you can work on your company from a distance.”
I nodded, arranging the magenta-pink garland around the tree. “Yeah, and to be honest, it’s actually been pretty nice living out here in the countryside. It’s a lot quieter, and the fresh air is good for sanity.”
“You moved five months ago. I know you visit from time to time, but God... I miss our shopping sprees and Friday spa days.” Sam whined on the other line.
A soft chuckle escaped my lips. “I miss them, too, Sam. Don’t worry, though. I’ll be in town for the New Year’s party. We can have all the spa days and shopping trips we want then.”
“Oh, I can’t wait! We’ll make it a full-fledged girls-only party without any boys allowed.” Sam exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.
“Also... Speaking about guys. I cannot believe Victor isn’t going to be with you for the holidays.” Sam added.
My expression darkened slightly as I let out a sigh. “Ugh, don’t remind me. I can’t believe he had to go on a business trip right before Christmas.” I glanced at my reflection in a mirrored Christmas globe before hanging it on the tree. “Seriously, it’s like he’s trying to avoid spending time with me or something,” I grumbled with a hint of bitterness in my voice.
“Maybe he just really loves his job,” Sam tried comforting, but I could tell she knew me well enough that it was a lame excuse.
“Maybe. Still, it’s hard not to feel a little hurt that he’s choosing his job over being with me during the holidays.” I replied, my gaze returning to the tree, my hands now motionless in my lap as I admired my handiwork.
“Lately, he’s been so caught up with his job. I mean... I can respect that he is a very hard-working guy, but... I kind of feel neglected. I even got him Christmas gifts and all...” I sighed, toying with a glittery pink ornament.
“Yeah, it’s definitely tough when someone you care about prioritizes work over spending time with you. Especially around the holidays.” Sam responded, a hint of sympathy in her voice. “It’s good that you’re understanding, but you also have every right to feel hurt and frustrated. Don’t forget that your feelings are valid, too.”
“Yeah...” I said quietly, letting out a deep breath. “I guess I just can’t help but wonder if he really cares about me as much as he cares about his job. I mean, we’ve been together for three years... Shouldn’t he want to spend Christmas with me?”
“Of course, he should.” Sam’s voice softened further. “And it’s completely natural for you to wonder about his true feelings. Have you talked to him about how you feel?”
I sighed. “N... Not really. I don’t want him to feel like he has to choose between me and his career. Plus, I understand how hard it is to run a business. My beauty company was hard to build up and even harder to maintain. But... Here I am... 28 and a CEO of my personal brand... Alone on Christmas.”
“I understand your perspective, but you have every right to express your feelings. It’s not about making him choose one over the other. It’s about communicating your needs and concerns.” Sam pointed out. “And just because you’re successful in your own business doesn’t mean you deserve to be alone during the holidays.”
“Maybe you’re right. I just... I don’t want to come off as needy or demanding.” I admitted, a sigh escaping my lips. “I guess I’m just tired of being second best to his job all the time.”
“You are not being needy or demanding,” Sam reassured me gently. “You are simply voicing your emotions to the person who should care about them most in the world.”
I twirled a long piece of my blonde hair around my finger absent-mindedly. “It’s fine. Maybe we can spend some time on New Year’s Eve... Hopefully, this year, he will tie the knot.”
“That’s the spirit.” Sam tried to lighten the mood. “And hey, you never know what might happen on New Year’s Eve. Maybe he’ll surprise you with something special, like a proposal.”
I smiled and bit my lower lip, picturing everything. “Yeah... Maybe you’re right.” I said, my thoughts traveling to what could be. “A New Year’s proposal... It does sound dreamy. Especially if he goes all out, with a romantic setting and everything.”
“Oh my God! I can see it now. The fireworks lighting up the night sky, the champagne flowing, and the man of your dreams on one knee.” Sam said, her tone filled with excitement.
I chuckled at her enthusiasm. “You have quite the imagination, don’t you? But it would be a pretty magical moment, wouldn’t it? Just imagine how it would feel to hear those three words as the clock strikes midnight.”
“Exactly. It would be the perfect way to start the new year. Fresh and exciting. Well, finally, I have a reason to plan the wedding.” Sam said, and I could almost hear her grin.
A warm feeling blossomed in my chest as I thought about the possibilities. “Yeah... It would be incredible. I’d probably cry and laugh and... Just jump at him like an oversized puppy.”
“Haha, and I can totally picture him getting all flustered and awkward trying to catch you.” Sam playfully added, making us both laugh.
“Oh my God, you’re right. He would be all red in the face and stuttering like a fool, trying to get the ring on my finger.” I replied, the imagery vivid in my mind.
I cleared my throat. Anyway... When my mom calls, you just tell her I am good. I will enjoy some me-time during this Christmas.”
“Alright, I’ll tell her you’re fine, but you know she won’t stop bothering you until she hears it from you, too,” Sam said, a hint of a playful nagging.
I laughed. “I am aware. Besides, it will be 180 degrees compared to the other past Christmas. The first year without lots of parties and events to attend.”
“True. A quieter Christmas might actually be a nice change of pace.” Sam agreed. “No fancy dressing, no high-end parties, just a peaceful evening with you and Christmas movies.”
“Exactly. Last year I had three events in one day. It was insane.”
“Jesus, that sounds exhausting,” Sam remarked. “No wonder you were running on two hours of sleep.”
I chuckled, remembering the chaos of the previous year. “Yeah, it was a nightmare. I think I was running on adrenaline and caffeine that day.”
I stood up and jumped into the fluffy and cozy armchair. “Finally, a year without all the glitz and glamour!”
“Yeah, a year of peace and quiet.” I agreed, snuggling deeper into the plush armchair. “I think I’m actually looking forward to it. No more stressing over outfits, or schedules, or making small talk with people I barely even like.”
“Just you, your favorite pajamas, and a bunch of Christmas movies,” Sam added with a lively tone in her voice. “And I bet you will still look amazing, even in those PJs.”
I let out a small laugh. “Oh, I’m sure I will. I’ve been told I look good in everything.” I said jokingly before adding in a more serious tone. “But really, I’m looking forward to having a chance to relax and recharge without all the holiday madness.”
“I bet,” Sam responded sympathetically, pausing briefly. “You might even finally catch up on your beauty sleep.”
“God knows I need it.“I sighed heavily, rubbing my eyes. “Between the company and dealing with Victor’s workaholic tendencies, I feel like I haven’t slept for a full night in ages.”
“Victor’s workaholic tendencies are definitely something else,” Sam said with a hint of playful sarcasm. “I swear, the man lives and breathes his job. I wouldn’t be surprised if he starts dreaming about TPS reports.”
I laughed. “Yeah. I mean, I fully respect him for all the hard work he does... but sometimes, I wish our jobs wouldn’t interfere with our lives so much...” I sighed at the end.
“I know what you mean.” Sam agreed sympathetically. “It’s tough when our jobs become such a huge part of our lives that it starts to affect our relationship. But at the same time, it’s important for us to have our own careers and ambitions, right?”
I rested my head against the back of the armchair. “Myeah, I suppose... but sometimes... it would be nice to be a normal couple... maybe... start a family.” There was a hint of longing in my voice as I spoke. “Yeah, a normal couple... with normal relationship problems instead of business issues all the time. And... maybe even a little one or two running around.”
“And no more staying late at the office... Or skipping date nights because there is an issue at work.” I continued with a mix of wishful thinking and some bitterness at the end of my sentence. “And no more having to plan our vacations around his business trips,” I added gloomily, my fingers absently fiddling with the Christmas tree’s ornaments.
“Man, dating someone with a successful career is definitely not for the faint of heart.” Sam joked in an attempt to lighten the tone, but I could hear the hint of sympathetic understanding in her voice.
I chuckled. “Yeah... Well... I better finish decorating the house. I know I am alone for the holiday, but I don’t want the house to be all dull.”
“That’s the spirit!” Sam said, her voice full of encouragement. “Make that house sparkle and shine! And hey, don’t forget to send me some pictures. I want to see how it turned out.”
“You know it, girl!” I laughed and finished the call with Sam. I put my phone down, feeling a little happier after the conversation. I took a moment to look at the Christmas tree, its lights sparkling and dancing, reflecting the colorful baubles hanging from it.
The Christmas tree was immense: 10 feet tall, rich and dense, full of decorations, mainly in pink and white. The pink and white decorations were in perfect harmony, creating a soft and peaceful atmosphere. The lights were warm and bright, illuminating the tree with a cozy and cheerful glow. The tree really was spectacular, dominating the room with its grand presence and creating a Christmas fairytale right in the living room of the big house.
Life in the city was always busy and fast-paced, a never-ending cycle of work, networking, and social life. But for these past months, I had retreated from that world, exchanging the hustle and bustle for the peace and serenity of the countryside. The rural area was a world apart, a place where life moved at its own pace, devoid of the artificial urgency of the city. It was a place where the air was clearer, the nights were quieter, and time seemed to stretch ahead without any pressure.
Being the CEO of my personal brand has given me the financial freedom to treat myself with the luxuries I desire. And this spacious villa, isolated in the hills of the countryside, was definitely one of them. The house was big, two-story, and modern, but with a slightly rustic touch. There were big windows everywhere, flooding the rooms with the light of the day. The furniture was elegant but comfortable, and the house had just the right amount of decorations to make it feel warm and welcoming.
The peace of this place was perfect for someone who had been living in the chaotic and demanding environment of the city. The fresh air, the silence, and the expansive field around the house were all a soothing contrast to the chaos I had left behind.
The interior was dominated by a soft and feminine aesthetic, with lots of light pink and white everywhere. The sofas, the curtains, and the decorations all created a cozy and elegant space. The place had a distinctly female touch, a clear sign that a woman lived in this villa. The overall atmosphere was refined, comfy, and modern. From the smooth surfaces of the furniture to the soft fabric of the curtains, everything echoed with a subtle but distinctive femininity. There was no doubt that this was a woman’s home and a woman with taste and style.
I continued to decorate the house, determined not to let the fact that I was alone dampen my holiday spirit. I had always loved Christmas, and being on my own wasn’t going to deter me from fully embracing the festivity. I unpacked the boxes of decorations, the cheerful colors and festive items spreading over my coffee table. The room was soon filled with tinsel, glitter, and little Santa and reindeer ornaments.
I smiled as I hung up each ornament. Most of them were in white and pink, a reflection of my personal taste. I had a bit of an obsession with the color, but I loved how it transformed any space into a little bit of heaven. I took some time to appreciate the effect, the white and pink blending together in perfect harmony. The lights twinkled, the ornaments flittered, and the room felt like it was straight out of a Hallmark Christmas movie.
It certainly looked like a Mean Girls-themed Christmas celebration. The color scheme, the decorations; it all felt like something Regina George herself would have approved of.
The soft pink and sparkling white contrasted nicely with the more traditional greens and reds I would usually associate with Christmas. Maybe I had been binging the movie a few too many times, but there was something quite satisfying about seeing a Christmas tree in pink and white glitter.
After putting the finishing touch on the decorations, I decided it was time to treat myself to a job well done. I headed to the kitchen and poured a large glass of my favorite white wine. The crisp liquid swirled in the glass, a silent promise of a relaxing evening ahead.
With the glass in my hand, I walked back into the living room and sat down on the sofa. The Christmas lights were glowing, the tree was sparkling, and the room was picture-perfect with holiday vibes. I took a sip from the wine, the cool, velvety liquid sliding down my throat and warming me from the inside.
I picked up my iPad and started scrolling through my social media accounts, basking in the success of my brand. The growth, the engagement, and the positive feedback it was all a testament to the hard work I had put into building it.
My Instagram feed was filled with pictures from recent shoots, and the likes and comments were pouring in. My followers were growing every day, and the brand was generating more and more revenue. I took another sip of my wine as I scrolled through the success, feeling both proud and a little bit tipsy.
I scrolled down to my last photo, taking in the stream of comments beneath it. There were a lot of praises and compliments, and my eyes lingered a little longer on the one user who seemed to comment on every picture. Double11, his profile was completely blank: no picture or information, but by his comments, I could tell it was a male. He was relentless with compliments, always saying how beautiful and perfect I looked.
I wasn’t sure what to make of it, to be honest. On one hand, it was flattering and a confidence booster. But on the other hand, the constant remarks and the fact that his profile was empty made it a bit... unnerving. I took another sip of my wine, still contemplating the strange profile.
It was a package deal, I supposed. Being in the public eye also meant dealing with fans who were a bit... too intense. I had my fair share of stalkers, obsessives, and people who just crossed boundaries.
Victor always got worked up about it. But I tried to assure him that it was just part of the job, just fans being fans. I didn’t give them any special attention; they were just followers, after all. It was just part of being a public figure, dealing with a certain amount of fanaticism.
But I did wonder sometimes if there was more than just fandom behind some of these comments. Those profiles with no photo and no personal information, the ones that seemed more like anonymous stalking than simple appreciation. Those always stirred a little bit of discomfort in the pit of my stomach.
My manager and publicist had told me the same thing. It was part of the package deal with being in the public eye, and those sorts of things could happen to anyone with a certain level of recognition. But knowledge didn’t necessarily make dealing with it easier.
The comments were a little... direct.
‘You’re so beautiful I would marry you.’
‘If you were a cake, I would devour you.’
‘I dream of you every night.’
I couldn’t help but feel a little unsettled by the intense, almost possessive tone of those comments. But I put down the iPad and tried to push those thoughts away.
I took another sip of my wine and glanced around my living room, the Christmas lights casting a warm glow over the space. I tried to focus on the beauty of the moment, the peaceful silence of the house, the gentle flickering of the tree lights.
I set down the wine glass and let out a sigh. I could feel a slight buzz from the alcohol, and I realized I needed something to calm my mind, to wash away those unsettling thoughts. A long, relaxing bath sounded perfect.
I slowly got up from the sofa, the wine giving my steps a slight wobble. I headed upstairs toward the bathroom, the soft sound of my footsteps and the faint jingle of Christmas ornaments the only noise in the house.
The bathroom was softly illuminated by a couple of scented candles, the flickering flames casting a warm, soothing glow. I turned the taps on and let the water fill the tub, the sound of the running water strangely calming. I added a good measure of bath salts, a generous amount of bubble bath, something to envelop me in warm, soothing waters and fill the room with a sweet aroma of apple and cinnamon.
I let my robe fall to the floor and stepped into the tub, feeling the hot water caress my skin. I let out a long sigh as I sank into the bubbles, the water and the fragrance instantly starting to soothe my nerves.
I leaned back, letting myself fully sink into the water. The heat and the fragrance were just what I needed, the hot water working magic on my muscles, the steam, and the bubbles creating a soothing, comforting cocoon. I closed my eyes, letting the steam and the scent fill my senses. It was almost as if I was cut off from the outside world, fully immersed in my own little universe of comfort and relaxation.
I stayed in the bath for close to an hour, the water gradually cooling down around me. When I finally decided it was time to leave, I first took care of my hair, massaging it in a rich and nourishing hair mask. I let the deep conditioning mask soak into my hair while I washed the rest of my body. The mask was made of a blend of natural oils and butter, supposed to deeply hydrate and strengthen my locks.
I rinsed off the mask, feeling how smooth and soft my hair was already starting to feel. I stepped out of the tub and took a fluffy towel to dry myself off, feeling infinitely lighter and more relaxed. I wrapped the towel around myself and stepped out of the bathroom, the cool air of the house making me shiver a little. The hot bath had done wonders to alleviate my body and mind, and I felt a lot calmer and more at ease.
I took my time with my skincare routine and drying my hair, really indulging myself in some much-needed self-care. I lathered my body with a thick, rich body lotion, massaging it into my skin until it was soft and supple.
My hair was a bit of a mess from the steam and humidity of the bathroom, but I took my time drying and styling it, the action feeling almost therapeutic in its repetition.
I finally let my hair be, the strands falling straight and slightly wavy over my shoulders. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. The sight of myself clean, moisturized, and relaxed made me smile. My long, golden blonde hair was like a silk curtain, falling down to the small of my back in soft, wavy strands. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, admiring how my skin was glowing from the bath and the self-care treatment.
I skipped towards my bedroom, feeling relaxed and happy. I pulled on a pair of black leggings and an oversized, fluffy pullover in white with Mickey Mouse embroidered on it. I also put on a pair of cozy and cute fluffy socks, the bright stripe of red and green giving the outfit a Christmas vibe.
I was contemplating what to eat for a late dinner, but my thoughts were interrupted when I heard the doorbell ring downstairs.
