“He’s going to kill me! He’s going to kill me.”
Nicole was taken to the West Los Angeles police station where she was interviewed by officers and later that New Year’s Day received treatment at St John’s Hospital in Santa Monica for bruises and soreness to her head.
The source says, “Even though she was so badly beaten up, Nicole’s main concern was always for her children. Continue reading ONE Day He WILL Kill ME!
Cora was aware of the couple’s stormy relationship. But on this special night it was as if O.J. had never once raised his hand in anger against Nicole.
“They were so content. They were like a normal married couple,” she says.
Christmas was the “crunch” time for Nicole to decide whether she should return on a permanent basis to the Rockingham mansion. Continue reading The Ghost of Christmas Past.
Nicole Simpson penned a shocking letter only five weeks before her grisly murder – a letter that detailed every beating she suffered at the hands of O.J. Simpson
STAR magazine has learned that the painful revelations were handwritten on three pages by Nicole in early May – and given to a lawyer along with her hastily completed will.
It was as if she’d had an eerie premonition of her impending doom. Continue reading Justice Will Be Done – NOT!
“Help me! Help me! O.J.’s going to kill me!”
That was the desperate plea of a near-naked, terrified Nicole Simpson as she fled from her husband O.J. Simpson during the worst beating he ever gave her.
And a witness who saw the horrifying attack has revealed to a friend; “Nicole begged someone to call the police. She kept screaming at O.J., ‘Leave me alone. You’re crazy!’” Continue reading Kill Me? NO! Help Me!
Her detractors point to this as evidence of dissolution. More likely, she was giddy after having spent fifteen years under the thumb of O.J. Simpson.
Why did Nicole surround herself with the vacuous likes of Kato Kaelin and Ron Goldman?
She probably enjoyed sticking it to her ex. She probably also enjoyed being around men who were adoring and pliant and, above all, young. Continue reading Intimidate or Manipulate? NO!
My repugnance was indistinguishable from a kind of fever: It was nausea and revulsion; like any illness, it became itself the focus of intense interest to me, so that finally my questions were about myself and not – perhaps I should be embarrassed to admit – about Mr. Simpson or even about his victims, lying (in my forever-stained imagination) in a sludgy river of blood.
May I say, without incurring wrath, that I didn’t like her face? Continue reading White AND Blonde? Exercise SOME Control Man!