The Billionaire Bride's Diary

Episode Seven

Diary entry # 860

For a few months now, little Deja has lived in my home; admittedly, I have grown attached to the child. During the first few weeks of Deja’s arrival, it was hard to believe she was there with me. I found myself peeping into her room at two or three in the morning to see if Deja was sleeping in her bed in my house. However, once I came to accept she was here to stay. I immediately enrolled her in early development classes. Yes, I was a parent, and soon the precious little girl occupied much of my time. We spent time talking, playing together, and we even shed tears together. I would hold her in my arms and tell her as much as I could about her beautiful parents.

I could see the little girl did not have it easy in America, the months after her parents had died. Deja’s parents, Pamela and Leonard Crush, were the first to graduate from college in their families. They both had great careers. Leonard Crush was a lawyer, and Pamela was a doctor.

They weren’t wealthy or anything, but they worked hard to live a good life and provide for their only child. My friend Pamela hoped to have more kids someday. But sadly, she passed away before that could happen. Pamela shared so many things about her family. I knew they would fight over whatever money was left behind. But sadly, no one wanted Deja, and I’m glad they didn’t.

I finally took Deja’s to my home here in Paris. It was my best decision. But the child had been deprived of food, attention, and love. All the routine things she learned from her parents had been stripped away. In months she hadn’t taken an actual bath. I look at little Deja and wonder how her flesh and blood could treat her this way?

Over time, others like Ms. Frenchman and Raymonde told me I would spoil the child. I fed her plenty of good healthy food, took her shopping, and brought her new clothes and toys. Next school year, Deja will be enrolled in one of the best schools in Paris. Yesterday for the first time, I saw a genuine smile. Those have started to appear gradually more and more.

She was so precious to Olivia, the girl had a wonderful disposition. Each day I look at her, I know Pamela would be so happy to see her little girl the way she is now.

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One year later,

“Ms. Frenchmen! Ms.Frenchmen! Bring me my leather journal on my nightstand, please!”

Ms. Frenchman handed her the diary, but she could see her brain brewing up an idea. It was true. She did have this brilliant idea in her head.

Now that it’s been almost a year, Deja is in a good routine. Olivia begins to re-evaluate her priorities.

Diary entry # 401

I will mentor you from Paris, providing everything you need to succeed in life. I can envision it now. My beautiful daughter will become the CEO of a multi-million dollar worldwide company. A business that only employs females from around the world. You will live in an apartment in Manhattan, and there will be other benefits. I can see all of them now, Pearl. But, oh my dear, I’m getting ahead of myself. I have a lot of groundwork to lay first. Paris will be our headquarters. It will all start here, my precious Pearl, and then I will pass the baton to you to finish it. Once our mission is complete, then you can return home to Paris content with our lives, and then, my dear heart, we can travel together all around the world just for the two of us.

A Night that was A Dream:

One of the most delightful memories in Deja’s mind was the night when she heard that beautiful music. It was so lovely, soft, and calming. That night was etched in her mind as a little girl. When the instruments danced around her tiny ears, she climbed out of bed.

Little Pearl tip-toed down to the far end of the balcony.

Her eyes widened with amazement and awe. Deja had never seen anything so grand and beautiful before in her life. It was like she was dreaming. She looked through the french glass doors at the glistening chandelier that looked like the moon in the sky.

The candles glowed like a thousand stars in the heavens, illuminating the large room. A swirl of sparkling gowns worn by beautiful ladies swept around the room as they were being held in dance by men in sleek black tuxedos.

In Pearl’s little mind, the men and women danced across the floor like princesses and princes.

Deja could have sat there watching couples dance all night. That was only wishful thinking. Ms. Frenchmen had come to her bedroom to check on her, realizing Deja was not in bed. Searching for the child, she found little Pearl sitting on the balcony. She ushered Pearl back to bed.

Deja lay in bed promising herself. “When I grow up, I want to be just like Mama Olivia. She smells like sweet flowers and looks and dresses so elegantly. And one day, I will throw beautiful parties just like the one I’ve seen tonight.”

A knock on her door and Olivia comes in. “Is the music disturbing you, my dear?”

“Oh no, it’s lovely. You look so pretty.” Deja says, touching the diamond earrings.

My little Pearl, you sleep well, okay,” Olivia says as she tucks her into bed.

“I will, mama Olivia. You sleep well, too,” Deja says.

“I love you, my Pearl.”

“I love you too. But, Mama Olivia, if I have a bad dream, can I come to your room tonight?”

“Well, tonight, Mama Olivia has a business function, but if you have any problems sleeping, Ms. Frenchmen will be right here for you, okay?”

“Okay, what’s a business function? Is that like a fancy name for a party? And if so, when I get old enough, will I be able to get all dressed up pretty and attend?”

“Of course, as soon as you become a big girl, you’ll be able to attend. I’ll make you a promise. I’ll let you host my business parties one day. How does that sound?”

“That sounds like a lot of fun!” Deja says.

“Good, now get some rest, so you can grow up beautiful.”

“Yes, mama Olivia, I want to be just like you when I grow up. So have fun at your party.” Deja quickly closed her eyes so she could grow up.