The Billionaire Bride's Diary

Episode Two

"Did you ever love me? Did you ever mean to marry me?" She asked as her hot teardrops turned into blood. Staring at the man with a rugged profile. His proud dark head was held high, revealing the firmly carved bone structure that gave his features a power that went far beyond the description as 'handsome.'

His lips formed the words, but no sound came out. When Ms. Frenchmen, Olivia's long-time trusted secretary and aide, came into the bedroom to check on her. She found Olivia sweating profusely, tossing her head from side to side, screaming! The lady hurried to awaken her from the reoccurring nightmare. Lady Olivia has been experiencing this dreadful nightmare since being discharged from the hospital.

"Olivia dear, wake up, wake up!" Ms. Frenchmen calls out as she sees the tears pour from behind Olivia's closed eyelids.

The only thought that floated in Olivia's mind was that her ex-fiance used her and left her, and she could not stand the sight of him, not even in her dreams. When Olivia awakened, Ms. Frenchmen informed Olivia about what happened to her best friend two days ago.

On a flight back to New York City, Pamela and her husband, Leonard Crush, died in a plane crash due to technical malfunctions. Unfortunately, the couple left behind their six-year-old little girl, Deja Crush.

Upon hearing the horrible news, night after night, the words haunted Olivia. Inside her head, it felt like she had received a violent blow to her skull! She felt as if all the air had been driven from her lungs, leaving her gasping for breath. Olivia was rushed back to the hospital because of breathing difficulties. The doctors kept her sedated because she would call out once the meds wore off.

"Pamela! No, not Pamela!"

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A week later.

She sat in front of her bedroom window at home with the curtains drawn, staring. A weak shaft of sunlight slanted through her window that day. Olivia went into a rage and demanded that all the curtains in the home be changed to block out the sun's rays. Grief bloomed in her chest, sharp and fresh, rising in her throat, threatening to choke her. There was nothing warm about the sun. She felt frozen into a sheet of ice and dark inside. Nothing about her face was soft despite her beauty. The image that stared back at her in the mirror reflected the elegant severity of the black mourning dress she wore. It was the saddest day on earth for Olivia when she left France to go to New York to attend her best friend's funeral.

She was riddled with pain and a sense of guilt. How she found the strength to attend, only God knows. The thick grass spiked at Olivia Dubois's bare knees as she sank to the ground at the gravesite beside the tiny beautiful little chocolate girl, who was standing alone at the immaculate tombstone of her parents.

"Hi, my precious pearl, my name is Olivia. Are you Deja? I am your mother's best friend." Then, finally, she uttered, her voice broke.

The six-year-old little girl's eyes full of tears hugged Olivia tight. No words, just a hug. It was the warmest thing Olivia had felt in weeks. Large trees shaded the cemetery, and birdsong was the only noise that broke the drowsy afternoon serenity as she laid the white roses near the marble Tombstone.

Olivia squeezed her eyes shut and sucked in a breath, reaching for the headstone of her friend, touching it, and her dear husband. The memories struggled for release, but not even on this day did Olivia allow herself to remember too much. Instead, she felt consoled by the embrace of Deja's warm little body squirming against hers during that moment, and all her focus was on giving the child comfort in her arms.

Returning to Paris a couple of days later, to see Olivia like this was shocking for her family. Her eyes were wide and dark with shock! Even a month later, Olivia's face had lost all color. She was milky pale. Olivia could only stare at the man's picture in her mind. She had come to despise him. A tsunami-like wave of emotions unbalanced her. Finally, she let some tears escape—just a few each day.

No more tears for Olivia Dubois. The selfish, cheating, reckless billionaire Choi Minhyun was at fault for the death of her friend and her broken heart and little Deja's. However, it was Choi Minhyun that would and should pay the price. Biting her lip, Olivia sat upright and picked up the pen lying atop her pearl-leather-covered Diary. Unscrewing the top, she closed her eyes for several seconds. The pen tip was poised over a clean page before she sighed heavily and collected her thoughts and emotions.

Diary entry # 92-October 1, 1984

It starts with Olivia orchestrating a plan to empty herself of all these bitter thoughts and emotions that she could taste on her tongue like poison. Then, for the first time in months, passion for something filled her mind as her pen stroked against the coarse paper in her diary. The sound of the roughness of the pen's wet ink against the texture of her diary enlivens her soul.

Thoughts of revenge poured out into words, and before long, she had developed his demise.

Olivia reread what she'd written and then smiled. It was uncanny the way it made her feel. Reading her diary gave her a pleasure she had never felt before. Writing down all her feelings and thoughts with a pen in hand was exhilarating! Each night when she would read over what she wrote, her words and ideas began to fill her with a thirst to take action. Smiling, Olivia closed the Diary, capped the pen. 'The Dark Diary' brought sunshine back into her world. She laughed, thinking that everything he had would be gone before he realized it. Olivia laughed, just thinking of his crushing demise. Turning off the lamp, she slid under the covers, lying on the pillow that cradled her head. Minutes later, Olivia closed her eyes. Finally, for the first time, she's able to sleep.

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Olivia begins to spend money to accomplish her revenge as if it grew on trees. She hired a team of private investigators in Paris. Olivia had taken to traveling all around Europe on tips given to her to locate Mr. Choi's businesses and whereabouts. A villa in France where she keenly recalls his red Ferrari was parked is where she searched first. Coldly dark eyes. Cruelly cold eyes and black silk sheets. They were memories that would always be with her when she thought of him and this villa. Even more so now!

The thought of seeing Choi Minhyun again wasn't something she had ever wanted or welcomed. Olivia didn't know what she might do or how she might respond at the sight of him. Would she plunge the sleek, sharp silver knife she carried in her purse into a jugular vein and end his life instantly?

"Olivia, I think you should wait in the car." Mr. Raymonde, her agent, suggested.

"I hope I've made myself clear, Raymonde. Do what you must if you see him inside."

"Yes, yes. Now please, Olivia, get in the car." He urged her, feeling this could be dangerous. However, Raymonde refused to walk away until she was safely inside the vehicle.

Although the young lady looked as cool as usual, Olivia stiffened sitting outside his villa. She was a very cool lady, revealing little of her real emotions these days, not even to those closest to her, and that circle was exclusive. Her friends couldn't read her either anymore.

When she sent her agent up to see if Minhyun still resided there, Raymonde found his villa was empty. The apartment manager had no idea of his whereabouts upon hearing this news from Mr. Raymonde, who she trusted explicitly.

"Well, Raymonde, you know what that means. We must keep looking. I want to check his partners and people he has done business with here in France."

"Yes, Miss Dubois, I'll get to it right away." Raymonde had been a close family friend and agent for over twenty years. Raymonde promised Olvia's dad before he died that he would oversee this young lady's affairs, and for the first time, he's never seen her quite like she is right now.

He could only guess what she had in mind, but he couldn't tell for sure. Raymonde looked self-conscious, not making eye contact with Olivia. Oh, he wanted to express how he thought that man she had gotten involved with was no good. But in all the years he's been around Olivia, Mr. Raymonde had never seen her happier than she was at that time. But scum, Raymonde could smell the foulness a mile away.

Choi Minhyun had all the makings to attract a beautiful young, innocent girl like Olivia. But there was no denying that he was a wealthy Asian/American oil tycoon. He had a reputation for preying on beautiful women, and the lovely, brilliant Olivia Dubois had lasted longer than most, making him consider leaving his wife and children. She had broken all records as far his women were concerned!

Minhyun would attract women to him even without his billions. He was tall and dark, with a harsh attractiveness that hadn't diminished despite his almost forty years. Olivia sat in the back seat of her Rolls Royce, thinking of Pamela's little girl. She wondered how that child was doing? And how much she must be hurting over the loss of her parents. The thought of the child's pain made Olivia feel ill.

"Raymonde, are we almost home?" She said, interrupting his thoughts.

"Yes, Miss Dubois, another fifteen minutes."

"Good, I need to rest. I can't concentrate right now. I have so much on my mind. But I was hoping you could stay focused on the task at hand. You are my eyes and ears, Raymonde."

"Yes, Lady Dubois."

"I know you are not the sort of man to keep me waiting too long."

"I'm going to look into it the minute we get home, Lady Dubois."

She knew the easy-going Raymonde would take care of it.

Diary entry # 200 January 1985

Every new year was always a good time for Olivia. She felt whatever mistakes or poor decisions a person has made the previous year, with a new year arriving, you get to start over with a clean slate. So it was the beginning of a new year, and Olivia Dubois started it off great! Finally, she got a break to get her revenge against Choi Minhyun! Her agent Raymonde discovered Mr. Choi had a London apartment and office in Europe. When Raymonde put that file in her hand, all Olivia could do was smile. She could taste how sweet her revenge was going to be, not to mention shocking! Here she was about to uncover some exciting assets and business dealings he had in Britain.

Olivia Dubois was finally gaining ground on that dirtbag of an ex-fiancee! She figured in no time. His world would start to crumble. But little did Lady Dubois know that she would be receiving a call that would change her world forever!