Speaker 1: What's up, everyone, and welcome to another episode of the
Epstein Chronicles. In this episode, we're going to pick up
where we left off with the Virginia Roberts memoir The
Billionaire's Club. The next day, I attended class as usual,
but not able to concentrate like I normally did, too
excited about when I'd be seeing Robbie that night again.
As I walked out of class that afternoon, even the
teacher noticed a difference in my performance and asked me
if I was feeling well on top of the world. Actually,
I smiled back at the old instructor, and it wasn't
far from the exact truth either. I hadn't ever felt
the churning of the butterflies of my stomach and the
constant thoughts of anyone else like this before. My girlfriend
and I got a tuk tuk back together, as we
usually did after school, and I couldn't shut up about
the night before. She was laughing at my girlishness, telling
me that anyone who just met me would think that
I had never been let out before. But little did
she know that I had more than my fair share
in experience with men, and never had I ever come
across anyone that could make me feel this way, And
what spun me out even more was that it was
such an instant attraction. Never considering myself a person who
believed in the existence of love at first sight, but
a true romantic deep at heart, I couldn't help but
believe in it. Now He's my walk in proof of it.
Waiting for me in the hotel lobby was the very
person I couldn't stop entertaining the thoughts about all day.
There he was, looking ever so fine standing in front
of me. Now the whole entire world faded away, and
all that was left for the moment was this complete
stranger I had only met last night but somehow captivated
the very essence of my very heart. There was no
need for me to try and act cool now he
already knew I was snagged, hook line and sinker. Smiling
all the way up the many stories in the elevator
up to my room. He took notice of my posh
de core of the hotel. You should see where I'm staying.
This is a palace compared to where I'm staying. His
first impression of me was that I was going to
be a spoiled high maintenance girl that had money coming
in from parents or a hefty trust fund. Casually, he
got to find out, through many deep and meaningful conversations
that my life's grim story wasn't that pretty at all.
For some reason beyond my knowledge, I had the need
to tell this stranger almost everything, wanting to be judged
and looked down upon. For everything about my life that
I knew I was wrong, and being the first time
I had spoken about my years with Jeffrey to anyone
honestly like that ever before, I had felt like I
had deserved punishment. He offered me no judgment, instead, only
gave me his warmth and compassion as he wrapped his
strong arms around me, making me feel so meager and small,
but so safe at the same time, encouraging me to
see the worthiness of myself and leave that life behind.
He adorned me with the kind of love that I
was not accustomed to. He took me in and made
me feel so at home. It was like I had
known him my whole life. I couldn't bear to be
without him another second. While I was away on this
dream holiday, when he was in training for amoy Thai
tournaments and I wasn't in school. Nobody would ever see
us two enveloped in each other in my hotel room
to care about anything else, which is why I asked
him to come stay at my hotel with me, seeing
he was never at his own anyway. My girlfriend was
soon departing back to Wisconsin, making my room more than
available for him. Enchanted by his words and tender touch,
and the way that he made love to me was
again like nothing I had experienced before, even down to
after sex. As I had been routinely instructed by Jeffrey
to get up for a warm washcloth to clean his
genitals afterwards, he refused it, telling me I was no
longer a slave and that he didn't want me acting
like one. He just rather laid down together afterwards and
repeat our sweet nothings with many adjoining kisses. On the
third night together with nothing but the bed sheets between us,
we had spent all night looking at each other and
into each other's eyes, sharing such an undeniable passion for
one another. In the deepest caverns of my heart, I
knew that this man would give me what I had
never experienced before, true love. We were still laying in
each other's arms when the orange and pink sunrise began
to rise slowly through the peak of my room's windows,
enticing me to come feel the freshness of the morning's
chill on the bed sheets were still wrapped around my body,
and I went to the balcony. It was overlooking the
city in a valley surrounded mountainous tops. My thoughts began
to rampage through my head and I knew this could
only be a dream for me. It was getting serious, now,
too serious for the life that I led back home.
As if he sensed my anxiety, Robbie walked up behind
me and wrapped his strong arms around my waistline, gently
kissing my neckline and pausing with this ever so thoughtful
stare and gave me the exact that I needed to
expel my thoughts back home. As you already know, I'm
going back to somebody else. It's my job, and as
much as I really like you, this guy that I
kind of see is going to expect me to be
putting him first. I'm so sorry to say all of
this after such a wonderful few days as we have
spent together, but you need to know that this thing
happening between us can't get any more serious than what
we have for now. I'm so sorry. I look down
to the floor with nothing else I could say to
alter his perception on me now that I had told
him the truth, and it never dawned on me that
he wouldn't be out the door before I could even
finish the sentence. But he continued to surprise me with
the efforts to make me believe we were more than
just friends with the summer crush. You see, your problem
is that you don't see what I'm looking at right
here in front of me, a beautiful girl who is
completely lost in a game she has no control over.
Get out of it. Now, take my hand and follow
me back to my home in Australia. I heard what
he said, but I found it hard to comprehend what
he was actually talking about. What I asked him, with
a look of confusion on my face. He're nobody's property.
You can do this, marry me. His statements got more
and more profound as he went on repeating the questions.
He got on one knee and proposed again, Jenna, I
am in love with you and I want to spend
the rest of my life making you happy. Please don't
go back to him, I know that I'm the only
one for you, and I will always treat you right.
He paused for another second and repeated his question, Jenna,
will you please marry me? My hand fell into my
face after that, and without even letting myself think through
the answer, I let my heart do all the talking.
Looking back up to him, I said yes. I almost
shouted the answer at him, as if saying it louder
would give the word more meaning. Wanting to believe him
and everything that he was saying felt like a vacation
from all of the suffering and loneliness that I had
endured over a lifetime of abuse and degradation. But knowing
what you want and getting it are two things that
rarely went hand in hand, or so I thought. All
I knew from the brief period I had known this
stranger was that he was offering me a life and
loved down and unfamiliar path. And it was a gamble
to believe a complete stranger, But somehow I knew he
was right. My heart was beating so loud I thought
it was going to jump right out of my chest,
while the earnestness in my reply he picked up in
his strong arms and took me back to the bed
and reiterated his words in a more physical sense this time.
Never had I felt loved like this before, so swept
off my feet and unable to even think, eat, or
do anything for that matter, which would involve leaving the
hotel room without him. Every day after school would be
my Robbie waiting to take me back to the hotel
room for another night's passionate rendezvous. But a few nights
after his proposal, he had another surprise in store. He
didn't just want to get married someday. He wanted to
get married now this week even I walked into the
fabric store and was attended to by several seamstress who
were already expecting my arrival. I was there to design
and have fun designing my own dream wedding dress. While
I was busy picking out fabrics and having measurements taken,
I would look away for a moment, only to catch
his tender eyes staring in my direction. Such adoration behind
his looks. Could it be real? I would often ponder
it to myself, just hoping for the gamble I was
taking to work. I still had to believe in something
better than what I was accustomed to, and here he was,
writesmack dab in front of me, giggling at all of
the lace and frills they were trying to dress me
up in, looking more like an antique porcelain doll than
anything else. I closed my eyes and pictured the day
that I thought would never come. Starting to imagine the
kind of dress I would like to wear. I envisioned
a simple, sleekness, a complimentary, figure hugging gown with the
small train, but long enough to distinguish and distinct as
an actual wedding dress. After we settled on what we
were going to wear for the big day, we would
next have to decide where we would hold the ceremony,
not before celebrating the entire week beforehand, though. We started
our honeymoon early, celebrating every night, spending our time between
the hotel room and sending our heads spinning on the
dance floor at many different clubs, only with each other
in sight. The dance floor was ours. We were out
to give each other something to remember each night by
I whispered all of the things I couldn't wait to
do to him. Once we got back to the hotel room,
and watching him heat up on the dance floor. I
was never able to get enough of him, driving me
crazy like a thirst I was unable to quench. His
lips were like a fountain of deep springs that I
could never reach the bottom of. Seven days, exactly a
week after his proposal, I sat on my bed in distress,
contemplating what I would say to the man who I
was about to call. There was no nice way to
go about it. I it couldn't last forever with it
and with him, and this was my one chance to
get out of it for good. I was leaving him,
never to return to him ever again. I just had
to go ahead and do it. Part of me was
hoping he'd be at least a little happy for me
and the sudden change in my life's direction. But the
other part of me knew I was already asking too
much of him. Calling his office in New York, I
was transferred to Jeffrey's personal office. He picked up the
phone on the third ring, pausing before I could get
any of the words to come out of my mouth.
But I mustered up my courage eventually and gave him
my prepared spuel, beginning with how much I had appreciate
everything he had done for me up until this point,
I hoped that he would understand, but he just wanted
me to hurry up and get to the point. Trying
to contagiously pass on my excitement through the phone line,
I finally screamed out, I'm getting married. Can you believe it?
No reply was given, only silence on the other end.
Trying to make some conversation. Ridding the uncomfortable silence, I
went on to tell him about Robbie and how I
had fallen madly in love with him over the last
amazing few days we'd spent together. The absence of sound
made my thoughts begin to run wild, and to get
some response, I had to ask him what he thought
about everything I was telling him. Finally, a few seconds later,
his reaction to the news sunk in, and his only
and final reply until many years to come was have
a good life. With that statement, he slammed down the
phone receiver, leaving only an echo of the dial tone
to answer back to. I was too paralyzed from the
shocking response. What have I just done? Was the first
thing that entered my thoughts. Overwhelmed with guilt, I felt
like I was falling down a deep, dark hole. And
then the tears began to flood in here I was
standing at the dawn of a new happy wife for myself,
and I couldn't see past how bad I had let
Jeffrey down, not yet seeing the hold he had on me.
All right, folks, we're gonna wrap up right here, and
we're getting close to the end. So in the next episode,
we're gonna pick up where we left off and bring
this bad boy to a completion. All of the information
that goes with this episode can be found in the
description box. What's up, everyone, and welcome to another episode
of the Epstein Chronicles. In this episode, we're picking up
where he left off with Virginia Robert's memoir The Billionaires
Playboy Club, Like my white Knight on a horse, In
came my hero to soothe my somberness. He rushed over
to the bed where I was beating myself up mentally
and wipe the falling tears from my cheeks. I take
it that it didn't go so well, huh. Sniffling through
my sobs, I managed to tell him that it doesn't
matter anymore. All I care about is you, and leaving
all of that life behind me, I wrapped my arms
around him, and he asked me in a half joking voice,
then why are you crying? He got me almost laughing
now too. I guess it's just so scary, taking such
a huge plunge away from what I'm used to, and
taking such a big move to another country. It's just
all so different, and I'm just trying to comprehend everything
that's happening in such a short time. Always out to
lift my spirits, his next comments made me gush in laughter.
You think that was a hard phone call, Wait until
I call my Sicilian mother. Watch this. I know exactly
what she'll say. First, it'll be a saga about how
I'm killing her with myself as actions. Then it'll be
about how she's going to kill herself for doing such
a terrible job raising normal children. Don't worry, though, She'll
love every second of it. Logs thrive off of the
drama in their lives and off everybody else's for that matter.
He was pretty much on the dot when he told
me how she'd react to the news. In the end,
after relentlessly trying to change his mind, she sighed, if
it was going to be anybody to do something as
crazy as this, Robbie, it would be you. It wasn't
a blessing as such, but at least she wasn't threatening
suicide any longer, calling the closest of our families that
night before our wedding to share. But then the announcement
wasn't celebrated by any members of either side. But that
didn't discern us one bit. My parents took it well,
considering their only daughter was marrying a foreign man that
they didn't know from the next guy on the street.
And to top it off, I was moving to Australia permanently.
When I asked my dad many years later why he
hadn't put up a fight, he simply replied that nobody
expected it to last very long. Fair Enough, I thought,
I don't think anyone did at first, even us at
our toughest times. We were a rare attribute. These days
in the Nama, we have all been accustomed to living
in turning nothing into something, which I had also come
to realize was the most precious gift in my life. Love.
Falling asleep was easy to do in his arms. That night,
I laid my head on top of his chest, listening
to the drum of his beating heart. I had never
felt like I was more at home than ever before
in my life. He pulled me gently in closer to him,
letting me know that he was there for me, and
when the lights went out and the thoughts would usually
creep in. Amazing how he knew what I needed without
even asking for it, wishing for something like this my
whole life. I thought I was being such a fool
in so many ways, but I was so wrong. The
way his pretty eyes looked at me with such an
understanding and compassionate sincerity made me want to trust his
words and believe the love that he was offering me
was indeed real. The next morning, Robbie was up and
out of bed early to pick up our tailored wedding
suit and dresses for our big day at Deyset Temple.
His best friend from high school days that was traveling
with him from Australia met him at the hotel lobby
at seven o'clock. He was going to be joining us
for the wedding as Robbie's best man. He still hadn't
been able to find black shoes to go with the suit,
so after he dropped off my dress back to me,
he was off again to try and find himself a
pair of decent looking ones, overjoyed with excitement. I was
thrilled from the second I kiss Robbie goodbye for the
last time before we were officially married. Looking in this
only a week ago, I was now a different person.
I felt like I was plunging into a bottomless abyss.
Here I go, I thought to myself as I plunged
out the door, letting the butterflies of my stomach carry
me all the way to my nearly husband. I had
to go to the beauticians that morning for my pre
wedding makeup and dressing. The ladies who were doing my
hair and face at the salon did a great job
making me feel so beautiful for my special occasion that
every girl dreams about their entire life. Requesting simplicity at best,
not wanting to go overboard with all of the wedding apparel,
they tied my long hair up into a knot, wrapping
it around a veil of flowers made up of baby's
breath and small yellow, purple butting flowers. I couldn't have
dreamt it up better myself. And when I met my
husband to be at the bottom of the mountain, he
stood before me, speechless. You look so beautiful were his
first words that his mouth formed, almost whispering them. He
took my hand and we walked into the skylift together.
Behind us followed an interpreter that Robbie hired to translate
the Buddhist monks ceremony speech for us to English only speakers,
and his best friend, who was only moments before he
gave him the best man's speech about being the last
chance to walk away from this and not get married
to a girl he hardly knew. But my Robbie wouldn't
hear a word of it. He already made up his
mind the instant he proposed, and I said, yes, I
was born to be with this girl. He told his
best mate, all right, then let's do this. Then, once
he knew that Robbie was sure in his decision, he
was more than a static for him. We were slowly
lifted up the tremendous mountain side, surrounded by floral green
carpet of mossy grass that covered the earthly skyscraper and
falling fog. It was like being carried to Heaven, or
the closest thing to it, taking my eyes off the
scenery and catching him adoringly staring at me again. I
welled up with unstoppable tears. I am so lucky. Is
this really happening? He squeezed my hand and replied back,
You're the only one for me. I love you, relieving
the anxiety written all over my tear stained face. Getting
out of the carriage, we were greeted by good fortune
from the gods above. A sun shower cascaded over us.
As we advanced into the Anchian Holy Temple. My tears
of joy dried and my happiness was glowing for all
to see. The many visitors to the temple stopped and
took photos of the passing bride and groom. No other
foreigners had ever been married there, and certainly anyone wearing
traditional Western wedding attire. Such a sight had never been
seen behind these religious walls. We became a permanent icon
at the temple. The ceremony was done in the Buddhist
customs according to their ancestral accordance and translated for us
in our own language. Both Robbie and I were anointed
with a blessing from the monk, with a splash of
water and seven sacramental bracelets, each one representing another meaning
to the longevity of our union together. We signed our
names in the Buddhists wedding registry of Deussept Temple and
officially became Missus and miss Robert's, at least officially in
our hearts, knowing the laws of Australia only recognized certified weddings,
meaning when we got back to his homeland we'd have
to make a run for the courthouse. This was our
real wedding, though perfect, down to every detail. Waking up
to the highest point of the temple, to the balcony
hanging over the edge of the cliff side overlooking the
city of chang May, we knew we had found the
perfect spot to recite our vows of love to each other,
providing everything for me and more than I could ever ask.
His vows were to love me unconditionally until death do
we part, shelter me from all the cruelty in the
world that I was so accustomed to, and be like
a bear, because the bear never forgets. Tears once again
streamed down my eyes as he made this moment unforgettable,
wiping the miscaa fading underneath my eyelids, whilst giggling at
my embarrassment, I took my hands back into mine again
and gave him the vows that were the sacred, prepared
words from my heart. My ears were thundering the sound
of a million horses hoofs descending downhill, and my heart
was beating so fast my words barely trembled out of
my mouth when I began to tell him how much
he had changed my whole life around, and how dedicated
my entire being to loving him and only him. Until
I blew my final breath, I meant every word of
what I said to him. This was it for me,
wanting nothing more out of life than to be with
someone like him, to raise a few kids together and
grow old on the front porch, letting the days fade
us by. I know it probably sounds boring to most people,
and it would have to me as well many years ago.
But after the life I had led, I had enough
experience in the real world for my liking, and now
all I want is to do to enjoy the remaining
days of my life for what it is, a simple
and satisfying existence. Our day was so special, not only
to us, even to the monk that married us. Upon
our descent down the lifts. He asked if he could
take a photo with the bride and groom in front
of their symbolic liberty bell, signifying the union of Easter.
It represented a lot for us too. It was a
commencement of a new life together and just the beginning
of battling each other's past demons together. Kissing the bridal
party goodbye. Who were just the local girls I had
met on some of our many nights out having fun.
I threw my arranged bouquet of Thailand's white wedding flooras
mixed with the colorful orchids to the screaming Thaie women
behind me, and they were given one last tradition to
take with us, the release of cage doves. It was
such an incredible gesture, especially for me, symbolizing their freedom
as well as mine. I opened the cage door to
let them free to decide their own fate. As the
wings on the birds began to spread open and they
took their final descent into the blue skies, granting themselves freedom,
I knew mine had finally come too. The relevance of
watching them fly away and how I had perceived my
own day of marriage related to the identical feeling of
feeling an entrapment of my own kind. I was liberated
from the bounds of slavery I had come to know
over many years I had spent with my fair share
of greedy, pervert old men, only to have the serendipity
mend my scars with the powerful healing of what true
love has to endeavor on as customary in the romance
novels I have read as a young girl. He picked
me up in the hallway before our hotel. Sweeten carried
me over the threshold, poofy dressed, and all my arms
were tightly squeezed around his neck, never once taking my
eyes off of him until he revealed yet another sweet surprise.
Besides the cleaners tidying up the room while we were
going back, they were given instructions by none other than
the groom himself to pick up the petals off the
stems of red roses to place on our bed in
the shape of a giant heart. The rose petals led
the way to where we consummated our love physically, and
it was undeniably the first time in my life I
had ever been made love to. Hours passed by before
we thought about anything else besides one another's words of
arousal and tantalizing touches and lingering kisses. We had a
quiet dinner at a local restaurant and went went straight
back into the arms of each other again, so profoundly
in love with one another. It was the ideal display
of what the honeymoon period should have to show for us.
It was crazy, young and energetic, just what it should
have been for two blossoming lovers. All right, folks, we're
gonna wrap up right here, and in the next episode
we're gonna pick up where we left off. All of
the information that goes with this episode can be found
in the description box. What's up, everyone, and welcome to
another episode of the Epstein Chronicles. In this episode, we're
going to get it right back to the Virginia Roberts
memoir Billionaires Playboy Club. The following morning, we left the
Princess Hotel, no longer under any of Jeffrey's financial privileges
or control, so to speak, continuing our love spree and
another dwelling of our own accord. Three days later, when
we finally showed our face for the first time since
checking in downstairs in the new hotel lobby, besides to
request fresh sheets and towels. The entire staff of the
hotel had a good laugh at our expenditure. From their reaction,
it must have been nice to see a couple so
affectionately fond of one another. Now we wanted to have
another type of fun. Robbie had visited a tourist agent
by himself before we got hitched to book a honey
room iinerary for us to explore Thailand and beyond together,
another surprise he had in store for me. We left
early in the morning and joined the crowded bus for
our journey beyond the border of Thailand to a village
and the war torn nation of Laos. When we got
through the extremely armored visa office eight hours off the
beaten path, we then had to cross a flooding river
from a recent heavy downpour of rain in a slim
banana boat that looked like it could barely handle our weight,
let alone the excess of my luggage that Robbie was
so kind to trek around the world for me. Unbelievably,
we did make it to the other side, only to
find that my honeymoon in the tropics wasn't exactly how
it had been explained to me. Naked children ran through
the dirty stree eats with one boy that decided to
release his bladder on the pathway where we were walking
as we passed by him on the way to our hotel.
My doubts of his choice and destinations became apparent after
that sight. Robbie was getting hungry after we hadn't eaten
the entire duration of the trip, and being such a
rugged man he could digest just about anything. Deciding to
stop on the side of the road, he ordered some
kind of seafood dish, daring, I thought, settling for some
toast and jam, something safer, I thought. Then I saw
the lady behind the counter dip some plates in a
dirty bucket full of dirty water, and then rinse in
another bucket of water that didn't look as bad as
the previous muddrench one, and then further proceeded to put
my toast and his food on top of them, serving
it to us all in clear view. I just couldn't
bring myself to eat that. I mouthed in a hush voice,
trying to quietly make my point, but was made public
with the loud mouth out of why not looks fine
to me, you have to try and eat something you
haven't eaten all day. I know it was just his
caring sight that he was trying to force me. And
to top it off, he's Sicilian and they're all about eating.
So it was our first debate, and now we were
officially married, with many more marital conflicts to subsequently follow.
Two headstrong and stubborn people, both both with the best intentions,
but still recovering from old wounds. It was only natural
and important that we thought just as much as we
made passionate love together, countlessly proving to one another the
true intentions of each other's loves, but sometimes in not
so seemingly actions. Finally arriving at the hotel, it was
like a scene out of a horror flike. We were
showed up to the room that looked like somebody had
been brutally killed in The bed sheets were torn apart,
and the bed was stained with blood from some poor,
helpless victim. Nearly vomiting at the purest side of my
room and the stench that accompanied it, I was now
tearing at the thought of even staying here for a
single moment longer. No way, I told my new husband,
and from the tone of my voice. He knew I
was serious, not that I was not denying the fact
that I had never been an out bad type of girl.
I was fine with that impression. I'm no snob, but
give me the simple luxuries of a clean bed and
a shower, then I'll make myself at home. But this
was just the epitome of filth and even possibly an
act of a horrendous event. But who knows. The lady
who showed us to the room seemed fine with it,
passing it off as a hooker on her period. In
some ways, that was even worse. Yuck, Okay, Robbie, it's
time to go now. We were heading back down the
hill back to the passport center, declaring our passage back
into Thailand. Considering us a risk due to the short
time we spent crossing the border and back, the officials
held us at gunpoint while others rummaged through our luggage
for drugs or whatnot, Finding nothing. Of course, they released
us and stamped our passports, making us good for another
three months if we wanted. We were thankful for escaping
with our lives alone, although we had nothing to hide,
but still an endearing experience nonetheless in the first days
of our honeymoon, of all days, arriving in Ko Samu
for finally a bit of relaxation in the tropics. It
was my idea of how a holiday should be. Sunny,
warm and clean, well an ideal way for two strangers
to properly get acquainted, dancing into the wee hours of
the night and making love in the blistering heat of
the sunny days. We discovered everything on that island, mostly
being into each other. We made friends of all sorts,
mostly travelers, but everyone the same inn being taken aback
by our fairytale romance. With our captivated eyes never straying
too far from one another, anyone could easily see the
strong chemistry between us. Trying to find the woman in
me was indifficult, as I took to the bounds of
marriage with such ease. No longer a girl, I love
the idea of being a wife and belonging to a
husband like Robbie. Marriage was bliss for the duration of
our honeymoon until we had to ride coach on our
way to the Bangkok airport to fly out to Australia,
chatting away with always so much to say to each other.
We watched the movie and finally got comfortable leaning up
against each other as pillows. We both fell asleep on
the long ride, and when we woke up to the
sound of the bus's brakes coming to a halt, we
initially realized my purse and Robbie's wallet, with all of
our money and cards, were missing. Stranded in the city
of Bangkok was frightening enough as it was, but to
make matters worse, a lady looking in her mid seventies,
scrawny and hunched over from an obvious lack of nutrition,
lifted up her skirt to a passer by with a
she mal hanging off his arm, and began smacking her vagina,
blaring out look no cock, pussy, pussy only five bought,
repeating herself many times over. The man just walked on
past as she sat back down on the curb, waiting
for the next to learn customer. Robbie and I shook
our heads in disgust and disbelief. Things could really be
that bad for someone I would know best, as it
wasn't far off the life that Jeffrey had been trainding
me up for, completely broke at two o'clock in the morning,
and with no one a call for help. I panicked
right away. Robbie rub my back and his tired eyes,
trying to make the situation better. Luckily, we had made
friends with some really nice people from the resort on
the island, who gave us about two thousand bought when
they saw how devastated Robbi and I were. With just
enough money to rent a really cheap room for the
night at a backpacker's hostel and pay for a taxi
to the airport the following day, we were saved early
the next morning. We were off in separate planes, since
Robbie's ticket was pre booked and no available seats left
for me to join them. Meant we would be landing
in Australia separately. Fortunately, we had found the corresponding flight
that arrived within the same hour of each other, but
I would have to make a stopover in the Philippines.
The lengthy hours of the duration of the flight seemed
to stretch with the thoughts of the journey ahead of me.
I couldn't wait to get back to my husband's loving arms.
The trip was going well, sleeping the majority of the
flight until I had to change planes in the Philippines.
After the plane landed, and before any of the passengers
were allowed to get off, we were handed a declaration
statement that informed us that if we were carrying any
drugs or a weaponry, we would be arrested and face
charges with death as the ultimate penalty. Not that I
had anything to worry about, but what a thought to
willingly sign over your life. I got the chills and
handing over my signed declaration and traveling documents to the
customs officer obtaining my passport, he additionally asked to see
my departing ticket. No problem, I thought, I just had
done many times, and I handed over the required information.
The officer looked me up and down, and then got
on the phone immediately, which sounded like a phone call
to his superiors, but I could tell since it wasn't
another language. A brief conversation, but long enough to get
me thinking. He then called over to guards, who took
me by the arms and brought me into the empty
room to be interrogated. No one would tell me what
was going on, and they all scattered around in frenzy,
ignoring all of my hysterical inquisitions, leaving me by myself
and alone with my thoughts, I couldn't help a panic
even worse now, this was the total bombshell of confusion
on my part. What had I done wrong? Minute later,
a large framed woman in a green uniform entered the
room with the guards from before and sat down across
from me with a stern look in her eye. She
placed my documents on my desk in between us, not
saying a word to me. She was waiting for me
to give her an explanation about something. Can you please
tell me what this is about. Have I done something wrong?
I asked her politely, trying to restrain any animosity towards her.
Her reply sounded as grim as she looked. You have
been in Thailand for three months and now you only
have a one way ticket booked Australia with no visa.
What exactly are your plans once you get there, miss Roberts.
To myself, I wondered what business it was to her?
Don't people travel with one way tickets all the time.
Knowing I was in no position to be able to
say anything like that or even at all, I just
gave in nicely and told her my intentions to travel
over there. Crying through the entire explanation. I wasn't sure
if I was even going to make my flight. Now
she had to think about everything I had told her
for a moment, deciding whether or not she would grant
me permission to meet my husband in Australia or send
me back alone to Bangkok. With only time on my side,
she had to make a hasty verdict. Now one more
question had to be answered before I was let go.
She wanted some proof. If you have just got married,
can you show me your marriage certificate? Then this didn't
help my story's credibility at all, seeing that we were
married in a Buddhist temple and given woven bracelets instead
of certificates, explaining to her that I didn't have one
to show her, but was already aware that I would
have to obtain a legal marriage certificate through a courthouse
upon my arrival in Australia to stay there legally. It
was only because of my husband's beliefs we wanted to
get married in a Buddhist ceremony. She must have shared
a common interest in the religion or something like that.
As she finally cracked a smile upon the photos of
the wedding day that I showed her and carrying in
my purse since getting them developed. If she wanted proof,
well this is all I really had. Handing me back
my documents and ticket, I was now free to leave,
but she wasn't leaving me much time to run through
the airport's terminal to get to my departing flight. Expeditiously
bolting through the busy airport, my adrenaline was still pumping
from the previous encounter with the officials of the Philippines,
who had enough power to condemn me if they had
felt like it. I caught my plane in the nick
of time, and once I was settled in my seat,
my thoughts went back to my dear Robbie and how
much I was missing them. I was just relieved that
I was on my way to be back with them again. Soon,
looking out the window, I could see the red earth
beneath me. As I landed for the last time, I
took notice of the first steps I walked off the
plane and onto a new soil for the first time.
I had so much to be looking forward to in
my new husband. In my heart, I knew that this
was all I ever wanted. This was going to be
my heaven. There was another surprise in store for me
when two elder strangers walked up to me and asked
my name, are you Jenna? Nodding at their question, they
gave me their first names and wrapped their arms around
my neck. My new mother in law then said, we
are Robbi's parents. We wanted to be the first ones
who welcomed you to Australia and into our family. Yeah,
that's an Italian shit right there. Just interject that is
definitely some Sicilian Italian type shit. While waiting for Robbi's
plane to arrive, we all chatted about many things, like
the flight over from Thailand and the scare at the
previous airport in the Philippines. I asked them how they
knew whom to look for. My father in law laughed,
saying recognizing me was easy Frombby's detailed description. He told
them to look out for a petite, young blonde carrying
an abundance of luggage. Laughing together over a few more
brief conversations of getting to know each other better, they
seem relieved to finally meet me, compared how stretch she
sounded in the conversations I overheard Robbie having with her
while in Thailand. Watching the arrivals board, I knew that
Robbie's plane had landed ages ago, but was now just
waiting for him to get out of customs. It didn't
bother me anyhow, I was enjoying getting accompanied with his
parents for the first time. Eventually I saw my husband
walking down the runway behind the gates. I just couldn't
wait a second longer. I ducked underneath the gate and
ran all the way up the runway to jump excitedly
into his arms. I wrapped my arms and legs around him,
holding on to him for dear life. I just missed
him so much. I knew I would never let him go,
theoretically speaking, that is, and I never have nearly a
decade later. Over the near decade we spent together, Robbie
and I have shit their common highs and lows that
every determined marriage endures. It's taken a lot of hard
work and doesn't come without its flaws, but no matter what,
it's just perfect for the two of us. He helped
me how to remember to smile again, and life has
slowly began to sort itself out. They say that time
heals all wounds, but what I had experienced in my
young years. Wasn't nearly long enough to tell or let
all of the hurt go. Seeking help through many counselors
and psychiatrists, I was doing everything that I could to
deal with all the scars and all the pain that
was left behind, completely off of any pharmaceuticals since the
last day of our honeymoon, and healing my heart with
love instead of hate. Our marriage is my foundation and
Robbie is my solid rock. We have to be for
one another, putting the bonds of our union through the
ringer and back. As neither of us expected my past
life eventually to come back and haunt me after so long,
our blissful life came to a sudden halt. One day
when we were out visiting my in laws at their
nearby house on just another plan afternoon. There was a
knock on the front door, and my father in law
got up from watching TV on the couch to answer it.
He rushed back quickly, coming into the dining room where
I was feeding my nineteen month and five month old
boys at the table, and he blurted out, Jenna, there
are three police officers at the door asking for you
by the name of Virginia Roberts. I asked my mother
in law to stay with the babies to find out
what this was all about. I didn't even think it
had had anything to do with Jeffrey at first, and
wasn't even worried. When I opened the door to offer
them to come inside, they weren't actually a police officers
and two federal agents of Australia with one FBI agent
from America. The American agent asked if I would mind
actually coming outside so that I may speak with them
in private. Okay, I said, as well as mentally preparing
myself for something big. From the look of it, it's
not over a parking ticket or anything small that you
get three federal agents knocking at your in law's front
door asking to speak to you in private? Can we
ask you if you are in fact missed Virginia Roberts
and originally from Palm Beach County in the United States.
I confirm my name and previous date of residence. Then
they even asked, may we see some identification please? A
different agent asked the question this time, and I told
them I will have to go and grab it. My
purse is inside. I'll be just one second Robbie was
standing on the other side of the door trying to
figure out what they were doing here talking to me,
And when I rushed through it to grab my purse
and saw him standing there looking puzzled, I told him
I had no idea what it was about yet, but
not to worry. Everything was going to be just fine.
Taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling outward, I opened
the door to find out exactly what the agents wanted
to talk about. Pulling out my Australian driver's license from
my wallet, I was going to hand it over to them,
but they sufficed at a quick glance this was no
meet and greed, and they went straight to the point.
One agent picked up a briefcase off the floor and
opened it up, taking out a stable stack of paper.
Then the same agent asked me if I had ever
known an affiliate by the name of Jeffrey Epstein. All
of a sudden, my stomach tangled, and a familiar not
that I hadn't felt in many years from my past
life that I was trying to forget about. I nodded
an affirmation of their question and said, yes, it was
a long time ago, and he's no longer an affiliate
of mine, But yes, I did know him once. It
was shameful enough to think about, let alone talk about
with them for the first time since I had started
my entire life over. His next response left me nothing
short of speechless. The United States Attorney's Office for the
District of Florida was giving me a notification of being
an identified victim. Jeffrey was finally caught for his atrocious
acts of perversion on girls who were barely old enough
to even comprehend the birds and the bees, so to speak.
On June thirtieth, two thousand and eight, Jeffrey Epstein pleaded
guilty for a procurement of my nerds to engage it
and solicitation of prostitution. More than a dozen girls had
been named as victims of Jeffrey's federal offenses, and without
ever stepping a day in court, he was granted a
plea bargain, consenting to charges that named him a registered
pedophile for only two of the minor girls, getting away
with even serving only twelve of the sentenced eighteen months
behind bars, be that in the evening alone and in
the morning. He was released during the day, restricted to
the confinement of his lavish mansion in Palm Beach, only
to be with his original sex slaves from over ten
years ago, Nadia Marsenkova and Sarah Kellen, and knowing Jeffrey
all too well, they wouldn't be the only ones while
he was pulling his laughing stint of retribution. Even at nighttime,
the girls were still allowed to visit him, accounting to
nearly seventy times while serving his time in incarceration. No
justice had been served for any of us victims, denied
the very constitutional rights of LEDG there to protect and
serve us. We weren't allowed to have a voice in
front of a jury and a judge even informed for
that matter. Instead, we were handed this notification of being
a victim, but told we were all too late to
do anything about it. To make matters worse, part of
the plea bargain was that we had the option to
sue him with the lawyers he provided for us, and
conveniently enough, I found out later that they were also
his lawyer's old friends from college days. I felt my
knees go weak, and the anxiety churning in my stomach
was now making me feel sick. Taking the bundle of
paperwork from the agent who was now handing it over
to me. I had to excuse myself before my legs
actually buckled, closing the door behind me. I couldn't even
find the words to tell my husband what was going on.
I rushed to the back of the house and went
to the backyard, where I wanted a minute to compose
myself and process the information I had just been told.
Robbie followed behind me, but the stillness in my eyes
convinced to give me that moment to compile my emotions.
A few moments later and I was ready to talk,
collapsing into his arms with such anguish. He just held
me until the sobs subsided and I was able to
tell him what actually happened. Starting with an apology, I
began to tell him how I was so sorry, but
my trouble passed has come back, the plague our simple,
sweet lives and was just about to turn it all
upside down. He was so understanding from the beginning of
all this, telling me that he will always be behind
me every choice that I make in mending the sorrows
of my tormenting past, and that there has been and
he has been through all of the thick and thin.
Deciding to call the lawyers on the victim suit provided
for me was a big decision, but one that I
had to seek the unanswered questions from my battered heart.
The two women at the firm that I spoke to
treated me so wonderfully, like long term friends. They counseled
me not only in the terms of a lawsuit towards Jeffrey,
but also in the matters of being emotionally and sexually abused.
I chose to proceed with the lawsuit, at least to
make a statement to a man that tried to make
a degrading statement about me so long ago. Now it
was my turn. I had the choice to turn the
tables on him, hoping he would feel embarrassed and in
the spotlight for everyone's entertainment, where he had kept me
for so many years. Winning my lawsuit against him was
not enough to heal old wounds. I'd never got the
chance to stand up in front of a jury and
tell them how much pain I had endured and still
endure throughout the many nightmares I faced. When darkness hits
and the silence of sleeping household fills my head with
pictures overliving my past with him or the others he
sent me to, Or did I even get to hear
him confess his guilt and suffer the way I did
locked in confinement for many years. No. Instead, I got
to see a picture of Jeffrey with his arms around
a very youthful looking teenager, if even that, parading the
streets in New York, the very way he had with
me and so many girls long before, As if it
or a public display intended for not only as many
victims to see, but also a spectacle for the public
justice system. It was a bold show of insolence, laughing
in our faces while we all sat by, not being
able to do anything to help these young girls from
the streets, still stuffering this perverted affliction. Not much longer,
there was another story on Jeffrey I saw in the
papers of him and Prince Andrew having a stroll together
in Central Park. It instantly sparked my concern for other
girls in the very same position I was in so
long ago, and he was obviously up to the same
old tricks. I had to do something now, not being
able to sit by any longer with the knowledge of
being able to help out in some way. I had
to tell my story, no matter how shameful it was
to even speak about putting my sham aside. I had
to derive every bit of courage I could sustain, and
now I'm ready to tell it. The hardest lesson I
had failed. That learning until later on in my life,
became my strength, the belief in my inner voice and
the ability to speak up. I do have a voice,
and now the world is going to hear it in
my whispered cries for justice swept away by a surge
of media. With one phone call, I sent Jeffrey's publicist
into a frenzy not to mention the release of the
photos showing the first night that Prince Andrew and I
shared together that I so happened to unveil for the
public to see. I spent too much of my life
going out of my mind, waiting for rescue that never
came until it was too late, and then the scars
were already embedded deeply within. Thankfully, I am now free
from the struggles that nearly destroyed the love inside of
my heart. I only wish it could be the same
for the other victims, not just for Jeffrey's inflictions. But
every person who has ever suffered at the hands of another,
I'm here to tell you from my own experience that
the moon is yours. If that's all you want, all
you have to do is stand up and take it.
If some girl off the streets of Florida like me
can stand up against the tyrants that run the deep
pockets of our world, then anyone can. Just like I
needed to believe that something or someone stood up for
me once, like Robbie did long ago, I now stand
up for us. For all of the girls, the ones
who are still on the streets and think that they
don't deserve better, or it's an unachievable dream to be
entitled to more out of life, For all of the
beautiful girls who don't see beyond their outside appearance. For
all the girls still trapped in enslavement and unable to
get out of the abuse that holds them down. But
most of all, I stand up for every girl's belief
in love, because it's the very savior of my spirit
and soul. The end. All right, folks, Well, that brings
us to the conclusion of Virginia Roberts memoir The Billionaire's
Playboy Club. And now that we have this added to
the catalog. We're gonna finish off the Acosta deposition and
then we're gonna move on to the Nadia Marson COVID deposition,
and you definitely don't want to miss that. All of
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