The Billionaire Bride's Diary

Episode Five

Deja Sent Away Forever.

On a cold morning, Deja's auntie Lisa came to the empty drafty house where the child resided. It smelled awful. She called her brother's name. "Jason, are you here?" But she got no response.

She opened Deja's door and urged the child to get out of bed. The little girl wiping the sleep from her eyes could hear her auntie Lisa mumbling words from afar.

"It's filthy in here. Where is Jason? I don't have time for this. I have to go to work."

"That lawyer man expects me to get you to the airport, so get up, Deja!" Lisa says, aggravated.

Sleepy little Deja sat up immediately. She began to shiver in the cold house. She had no idea what was going on. Her auntie took a hot towel, wiping the sleep away from her face.

"Whew, get out these smelly clothes."

Little Deja got undressed, then Lisa took the hot towel and quickly wiped her body off. It was far from a bath which the child needed, but it was better than nothing and the only thing her auntie was willing to do.

Her auntie went over to her closet and took out one of the few dresses she had left hanging in the closet. Deja wondered what happened to all the clothes her parents brought her. There used to be a closet full of little girls' clothing. She had no idea what uncle Jason did with her clothes. The dress her auntie took out of the closet was a pink and yellow thin short sleeve summer dress.

"Here, put this dress on, and hurry."

Once she pulled the dress over her head, Deja asked.

"Auntie Lisa, am I going back to school today?"

"No, you are going on a trip. Have you ever flown on an airplane before?"

Fear immediately entered Deja's heart. A while ago, one night, her uncle, Jason, shared a frightful story of how her parents had died in a plane crash. Deja couldn't look up in the sky at airplanes anymore. Instead, she had terrifying dreams about planes falling from the sky.

"No, are you coming with me, Auntie Lisa?"

"I wish, but no, I have to go to work. So take that look off your face and stop being a scary cat. What happened to your momma and dad won't happen to you, so don't worry."

Tears filled her little eyes. "I don't want to go. Can I stay here? I won't do anything wrong anymore. I promise. I'll stay inside, and no one will know I'm even here. So please don't make me get on an airplane."

Her Auntie Lisa shook her little body. "Listen to me and stop freaking out! Deja, you're going to a beautiful place. Besides, the lady who wants to raise you, she wants to make up for the loss of your parents."

Deja heard the words, but she didn't understand what her auntie was talking about and what it truly meant.

"I heard she has a lot of money, and she will be able to give you all the beautiful clothes and toys you want. How does that sound?"

"I don't want clothes or toys. I want to stay here." She said, crying.

"Don't be a baby. If you keep crying like this, no one will want to take you into their home, Deja. So stop it! If you are a good girl and do not cry, maybe that rich French lady might want to keep you for good. Lord please, don't let her send you back." The auntie said, narrowing her eyes at little Deja.

"Look, it's time to go."

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The sound of the front door opening flooded Deja with fear. She felt as if she would vomit, and it took every shred of her being to keep herself from passing out from fright. Even if she had passed out, looking at her aunt's cold expression, it wouldn't have made a bit of difference to her. So Deja sat in the back of the taxi on her way to the airport, quietly frozen in fear.

When the taxi stopped moving, Deja didn't even notice it until her aunt had stepped out of the vehicle and said, "Girl?"

Her auntie's beady eyes glinted at a shivering child.

"Deja, I don't have time for this. I can't wait until you get on that plane." She said, grabbing her niece's tiny hand and yanking her out of the taxi. Her sandals and thin dress were worthless in the winter air. Deja wrapped her small hands around her auntie's sweater she gave her to wear. Deja pulled the oversized sweater close that swallowed her little. Her ears stung. New York's icy air licked the edges of her petite body and exposed feet.

From the taxi to entering the airport, in those few minutes, her body shivered. She looked around and didn't see any airplanes. Deja felt a sense of relief. But relief was only temporary when they finally reached the entrance of the tarmac. Her aunt Lisa knelt.

"It's time to say goodbye, Deja. But, don't forget if you're good, that rich French lady will keep you. So be good."

Deja nodded her head. It took all she had to keep from crying. The lady took her hand, and as she walked away, she kept looking back until she couldn't see aunt Lisa anymore.

The flight attendant sat the pretty little girl close to the flight attendant's station. The attendant noticed what she was wearing, gave the child a blanket to keep her warm, and watched the little girl for the flight duration. Mostly she just cried the entire flight and when she wasn't crying, it was because they had fed her something to eat.

Her body started shivering again, and there she was, crying once more. Again, thinking, why had this happened? Why did her family want to send her away? Deja finally cried herself to sleep. The fear she felt was horrible and only went away once the plane finally landed.

Paris, France: January - New Year

Diary entry # 590

I saw him in my dreams again. He entered my bedroom door, and I sat up quickly as we both stared at each other in silence. My blood begins to boil inside my body instantly. I looked for something to pick up and strike him. The only things in my grasp were my night lamp and alarm clock. He began slowly approaching me, and I wondered if I would be quick enough to reach for the lamp.

I waited for him to get closer to avoid missing my aim.

"Can we talk?" He asked.

Minhyun's voice only made me want to end his very existence, to make it so he would never speak to me again.

"Yes, come and let us talk," I said seductively.

Minhyun took a seat on my bed, and before I knew it, my hand was gripped around the base of the lamp. I began beating him with the lamp, each blow with a blunt force. Again I hit him across the face and head!

I could hear him pleading for me to stop, but I didn't stop. So instead, I relentlessly hit him until I couldn't hear his voice speak any longer.

That's when her eyes opened.

The dreams served to assuage the tension that came from not releasing her frustration, hurt, pain, and revenge. I never wanted to hurt or kill anyone. I don't think I want to kill him. That would be too easy on him, in my opinion.

But I am angry! All of this should not have happened! It's all his fault, and I was so close to making him pay! But this is only a slight detour in my plans. Just as hate knows love's the cure, revenge knows it's the cure for my hatred. So you can rest your mind assured that I'll be getting my revenge one day."

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For the next few days, if anybody observed Olivia, she was silent and spoke only when necessary.

Ever since a failed wedding and the loss of her friend, she had changed in so many ways. For starters, her fuller, shapely frame had disappeared.

Instead, her tall, slender figure had been concealed by the choice of suits and loose silk tops and fitted denim jeans she wore around the house.

Right now was Oliva's chance to get her revenge. But instead, she postpones her revenge project, pausing to begin another unexpected chapter in her life. Having to tell Raymonde to put everything on hold hurt. Olivia's revenge gave her purpose and reason for living this awful life. But she knew what would be best. So, even though Olivia wanted revenge, she agreed with Raymonde to focus on helping the little.

During her conversation with Raymonde, he reminded her, "It's not easy to be a single parent and to raise a little girl successfully. It's going to take your undivided attention."

"I'm not giving up on Raymonde on my revenge. I want to make that clear.."

"I know, I know, but let's agree that you will focus on your friend's little girl, huh?"

"Okay, all right." Olivia sighed heavily. "I promise to stay away from taking my vengeance on him and his family."

"I know he has a kid too. Don't take your anger out on the child. It wouldn't be fair. You're better than that, Lady Olivia."

She reluctantly nodded her head in agreement. But then, she remembered what she had read in the report about his child with his wife.

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After her conversation a few days ago with Raymonde, she took all that nervous energy she had and focused on getting things ready for the little girl. With her short but straight nose, Olivia concentrated on the changes she would make, with her mouth shaped in a perfect bow with pouting lips, looking at colored samples of paint.

"Ms. Frenchmen, which one of these colors do you think a little girl would appreciate?"

Ms. Frenchmen smiled happily to see Olivia once again back at her usually talkative cheery self again. She prayed and hoped for its last response. "All little girls love pink. But, again, thinking bothers her.

"Are you sure? I never liked pink."

"Well, lady Olivia, you are an exception."

"What about this soft champagne color? It's close to pink."

"I think the little girl will like it, Miss."

"Great! Let's order the paint and get these white walls painted a soft champagne color as soon as possible. Then, carpets need to be picked out, furniture needs to be ordered, and toys. I need lots of toys and clothes. I have so much to do in such a short time."

Olivia was an only child, and she had no clue about childcare or rearing a child. She never imagined she would be a single parent. But Olvia Dubois adjusted her life as best she could to raise little Deja. Olivia hires a nanny and the best educational tutor in Paris to assist.

"She needs an assistant, Ms. Frenchmen. Can you recommend anyone?"

Ms. Frenchmen laughed. "What? Isn't she only six, Lady Olivia? I'll get her assistant a little later. I promise Lady Olivia."

She was determined to give her friend's little girl the best life ever!