"Why are you lying @jordynwoods?? If you're going to try and save yourself by going public, INSTEAD OF CALLING ME PRIVATELY TO APOLOGIZE FIRST, at least be HONEST about your story."
Ouch. Feel the burn. Which she probably will since it's Tristan and his snake slithers often.
"Danielle wants to spend a little more time with her daughters as this happened very fast and caught them off guard."
It happened so fast that her grown daughters never even met the Weener of the Month. But Danielle is determined. She plans on getting married in the next week or so.
Oh, Oliver (the fiance) is a duke. So he must have money, because that's what Danielle requires. Lots of money to support her plastic life. Her third ex, Marty, was a businessman. They were married for less than two months. Apparently, Danielle has magical vajayjay to trap all these men. Or perhaps these dudes think it's the Grand Canyon-- old and well-traveled.
"Why would I? How stupid would it be for R. Kelly-- with all I've been through in my way, way past-- to hold somebody, let alone four, five, six, 50?... How stupid would I be to do that?"
Your are stupid. You are sick. You are a predator. That's why you would continue to abuse women. Yes, you got away with it because your victim refused to testify. And her family was afraid to testify. Your own family, and people not even associated with you saw your recording studios equipped with private rooms and beds. And let's not forget--you married 15-year-old Aliyah! Fifteen! You knew she was 15, yet you seduced her and married her.
The "Surviving R. Kelly" docuseries about you and your shameful ways made things crystal clear. Your ex-wife shared her heart-breaking story of once being a happy, successful dancer to becoming one of your prisoners. And, your own children want nothing to do with you. P.O.S. isn't even a title worthy of all your crimes against humanity. There isn't a deepest part of Hell that would be enough torture for you.
Hopefully, you'll end up in prison. And someone will go all Old Testament on your ass.
P.S. While we're at it, pay your damn child support!
P.P.S. Stop referring to yourself in third person. Douche!