
Brit paedophile behind fake Disneyland wedding ‘took child bride, 9, and her mum on holiday' before grim ceremony
Jacky Jhaj, 39, attempted to marry the young Ukrainian girl in Disneyland last month before the "dangerous sexual predator" was arrested.
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Convicted Brit paedophile Jacky Jhaj allegedly took his nine-year-old 'child bride' and her mum on holiday
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Jhaj, 39, attempted to marry the young Ukrainian girl in Disneyland last month
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His sick plan was foiled by Vitalijs - a former Russian special forces paratrooper
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Jhaj reportedly spent over £111,000 on the sick wedding plans as he hired more than 100 actors to play guests at the staged event.
One of those recruited through a social media callout was told he would play the 'father' of the bride.
Devastated Vitalijs, 54, said he had no idea what he had signed up for prior to turning up in Paris.
The former Russian special forces paratrooper was one of the first to raise the alarm about the sickening marriage plot.
Vitalijs says one major warning sign of Jhaj's true intentions came after he spoke to the bride-to-be's mum.
She revealed the London-born predator had been in constant contact with the family for over a year.
Jhaj had spoiled the mum with money and gifts and even paid for a family holiday, Vitalijs claimed.
He told The Telegraph: "This Ukrainian woman [the mother] told me that she had known this Jacky for a year.
"He paid her money and helped her family.
"They went somewhere together to relax, the three of them. I think he won her over with gifts."
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Vitalijs, who only uses his first name for security reasons, also revealed he was offered £550 to play "the father of the bride".
But he was lied to as he signed up to give away the girl's 41-year-old mother.
He soon realised inside the theme park the "bride" was instead an underage girl as he immediately refused to be a part of the bizarre act.
Vitalijs then hatched a plan to get the ceremony cancelled as he broke into the park without a pass on the morning of the planned event.
Vitalijs approached the wedding stage and handed a note to Disney staff, who saw a "scared and confused" child in a big dress with four-inch heels taped to her feet.
Staff managed to stop the wedding immediately and called the French cops.
Several suspects were arrested within minutes - including Jhaj and the girl's mum.
Jean-Baptiste Bladier, the Meaux prosecutor, confirmed the Ukrainian child had not suffered "any violence, neither physical nor sexual" and had "not been forced into playing the bride".
The mum was later released without charge but Jhaj was held after being labelled the "mastermind" behind the operations.
It was then revealed that he had rented the resort outside of its opening hours to host the fake wedding.
His sick acts landed him charges of fraud, breach of trust, money laundering and identity theft.
He was also placed under assisted witness status for corruption of a minor.
After his arrest, the convicted paedophile told the examining magistrates in Meaux: "I'm just a simple actor who took part in a film shoot".
His dark past was soon uncovered as in 2016 Jhaj was found guilty of sexual activity with two 15-year-olds in Britain.
The investigation into the fake wedding continues.
Who is Jacky Jhaj?
CONVICTED paedophile Jacky Jhaj, 39, has been previously jailed in the UK for child sex offences.
He was on the run from British authorities at the time of the sick wedding stunt, French prosecutors say.
The disgraced director and actor, from Feltham, was jailed in 2016 for four years after being found guilty on four counts of sexual activity with two 15-year-olds.
Before his arrest, he drove around the streets of Hounslow, offering girls alcohol and claiming to be a Hollywood film producer.
But the convicted paedophile has pulled a string of bizarre stunts since being released from jail.
In September 2024, Jhaj staged an explosion using an old BBC truck and Union Jack-draped vehicles packed with explosives, filming himself naked as the blaze spiralled out of control behind him.
The incident was reported to be a film production stunt.
But it triggered panic, with hundreds of calls flooding emergency services as locals feared a terrorist attack.
Residents were not warned beforehand and only found out afterwards through a post on the Borough of Greenwich's official Facebook page.
A year before the explosion, footage surfaced of Jhaj mixing with around 200 children and 100 young women at a film shoot in London's Leicester Square.
The shoot, which shows some of the children touching Jhaj, took place on October 17, 2023, the BBC revealed at the time.
The BBC reported that the organiser of the event - known as "Project BRT" - hired 90 children aged six to 14 from an agency called Jam 200
The production also booked around 100 young women between the ages of 16 to 24 from Uni-versal Extras.
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A bracelet given to guests at the fake ceremony showed the name 'Jack' as the pretend husband on behalf of paedophile Jacky
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Jhaj was charged with several offences by French police
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