In Part II, I want to get into where they lived and exactly why we sent them home—receipts and all. But first, let’s unpack those emails Beau Brindley keeps referencing in his motions and in the lawsuit. If you’ve followed me from the start, you already know: those emails only existed because Steven Greenberg forced those women onto King—through legal motions and through the media.

It was absurd. Greenberg went straight to the press with this bizarre narrative that Robert was in some Hugh Hefner-style setup with two women—Joycelyn and Azriel—in some so-called polygamous arrangement. He did this without asking Robert a single thing. No thought to what Robert actually wanted, no respect for his voice, and certainly no consideration for the fact that Robert already had a real partner—me.

Greenberg just steamrolled ahead and filed motions for bond that suggested Robert should be released to live with Joycelyn Savage—as some kind of safeguard? It was insanity. Anyone with half a brain could see how ridiculous it was. The public didn’t even take those women seriously. They were viewed as unintelligent, spiritually lost, irreverent, crude, reckless, naive, and just plain gullible. People rolled their eyes. So you can imagine how I felt. I was livid.

I had already tried, several times and very publicly, to warn people to stop this madness. But Greenberg kept pushing his narrative. And Robert—desperate to get out of those COVID-infested cells—eventually let it slide. We were up against controlling personalities and a legal team that didn’t care about Robert, not in the slightest. Greenberg was more interested in his TV appearances and in painting Robert as demanding and difficult.

I loathed that man. Absolutely. If I had to choose, I’d take Leonard over him any day. At least Leonard’s motions had some measure of intelligence—unlike Greenberg’s nonsense.

So first and foremost, we both wanted to protect Robert’s life. That was our priority. Back then, COVID was a mystery—a deadly, global crisis killing millions. We didn’t have facts, just fear. So Robert let it all slide temporarily. He was thinking, “Let me just make it out of here alive—then I’ll deal with where I live and who I live with.” It was survival mode.

Judge Ann Donnelly ended up denying every motion for bond anyway. So I was torn—deeply. I wanted to protect the man I love, his actual life. But I also wanted to protect us—our love, our truth, and everything pure we had. In the end, I chose his life. So I tried my best to let it go. I bit my tongue where I could. But I kept asking Robert to remove Joycelyn from the motions. I was persistent, because I knew what it looked like.

So now you can understand why those emails were written and what the context was. They had a function—to match the story Greenberg was pushing in his motions for bond. If you need proof, just look at the dates of the emails. They line up exactly with the bond filings. That’s no coincidence. Eventually, Greenberg did remove Joycelyn from the motions—but by then it was too late. The emails had already been written. Donnelly wasn’t going to approve his release regardless.

I couldn’t be angry at Robert for wanting to survive. We were witnessing some of the most shocking abuses of power and prosecutorial misconduct. His life came before any discomfort, any fake performance of a relationship that had to be presented to get him out safely. So don’t judge the emails as real or reflective of anything intimate—they were written under pressure, under fear, under duress. They weren’t meant for anyone’s eyes, let alone the public’s.

Which brings me to where those women actually lived—because no, it wasn’t with him. At first, they lived wherever they could. They were desperate to be around Robert and didn’t care where they stayed. That meant spending time at the studio and staying in the studio’s backrooms when they refused to return to their chaotic home lives. Robert allowed it because he was mentoring them and trying to keep the peace. But once the media circus began—fueled by their parents—he helped them move into an apartment at Trump Tower. Their apartment, not his. They were renting it themselves.

So no, they didn’t live with him, no matter how many attorneys claimed otherwise. Even after we sent them home—so Robert and I could finally have some space—they were still living independently. But when they returned, nearly homeless, Greenberg’s team had them moved into Robert’s condo. Robert wasn’t even there. He was incarcerated. And I was stuck in Australia under COVID border lockdowns.

Once again, I was livid. I immediately spoke to Robert about getting them removed. We had already sent them home for good—or so we thought. We had no idea they’d manipulate their way back into the picture. They deliberately created hardship for themselves while their obsessive families—who had seen them and knew exactly where they were—acted unconcerned. Then, as if on cue, tried to blame Robert for how they looked, how they smelled, and the state they were in.

The truth is, they were gone from May 2019 until July 2019. They didn’t live in Robert’s condo until July—after he was already locked up. That was the very first time.

And if you’re still in doubt, look at the video footage they made for TMZ in July 2019—there’s a sign on the back wall that reads “Welcome Home,” that proves it. They weren’t there before. They were brought there by other people, not by Robert.

People even commented that it looked strange—the boxes everywhere, the mess, the disarray. That’s because the condo had been empty after being ransacked by the government and employees. Their presence was new, sudden, and completely out of place. They were squatters, not residents.

This is a copy of a letter I sent to Robert on 17/07/2019. This one was returned because I didn’t know the paper had to be white and envelopes too…. But this was reposted on white paper.

Juliet A. O

Our Story: Part I