April 25, 2017 | celebrity | matt-ralston | 0 Comments
The details of the love triangle between Mel B, her husband, and their nanny are beyond sordid. She is claiming the husband, Stephen Belafonte, cheated on her with the nanny, whom he procured at the tender age of 18, banged, and then made her get an abortion. Certainly Mel B could not have been naive enough to not understand the implications of hiring a young blonde nanny who never cleaned and seemed indifferent to children.
The nanny, Lorraine Gilles, says Mel B was the sexual aggressor and that they were having three ways on a regular basis which Mel B would film, and that she threatened to blackmail her with the tapes. Sounds like a less than perfect marriage. Luckily, kids make everything better. Have a few more and maybe this thing will blow over. Gilles further alleges that Mel B’s kid, ostensibly fathered by poor man’s Billy Zane, Belafonte, is actually the result of an affair. It looks like we’ve solidified that this nanny doesn’t give a shit about kids and was a glorified fuck doll. Could you pack of Boogie Nights trash for once leave the kids out of it?
In an effort to make the situation even grosser, Mel B is now alleging that Belafonte is involved in the porn industry and that it’s a danger to the kids. You just found this out, or has he been editing fisting shots in the living room for the past decade? Mel B also claims that while she participated in three ways with Gilles and many other people over the course of the marriage, it was a breach of trust for Belafonte to fuck Gilles without her present.
That’s a bit of a stretch, like saying bringing that eleventh guy to the gang bang was the straw that broke the camel’s back. It’s clear none of these people should be allowed around children, although you could probably chalk up some of B’s complicity to physical abuse and no doubt mountains of cocaine. Regardless, Angelina Jolie lives right down the street. Simply drop them off, they’re ethnic. Now you can resume living out Days of our Lives until you all perish from meningitis and spotty liver in the coming decade. We’ll have someone drop by bi-monthly to drop these US Weekly articles on your tombstones to serve as a reminder of the type of people you were. Smart money, the kids won’t be dropping by anyway.
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