cassie v. the mogul. the monster. the mf media machine.
exhibit c: cassie v. theplaintiff: certified bad bitch
docket no: 1-800-BEEN-THAT-BITCH
style of cause:
cassie.
not just a name.
a cautionary tale for men who thought
"that NDA would hold."
she didn’t come forward.
she came for blood.
with dates. receipts.
in heels.
while pregnant.
procedural posture:
after years of grooming, gaslighting,
and being turned into an aesthetic,
plaintiff filed a scorched-earth lawsuit
and made federal court quiver.
facts:
defendant: billionaire mogul.
cassie: literal goddess turned hostage.
abuse timeline: 10 years, give or take every ounce of her soul.
method: shaved her head. made her bring him women.
controlled her money, movement, music, body.
called it “love.”result: full psychological hostage situation,
but with paparazzi.
issue:
can one woman burn down a brand, a man, and an entire power structure
before breakfast?
rule:
if you are pregnant, formerly famous,
and running low on fucks—
you may be entitled to financial and emotional compensation.
application:
cassie said: i’m done.
and then she filed.
no PR stunt.
no docuseries.
just 35 pages of “fuck around and find out.”
she made her trauma footnotable.
she made survival a strategy.
and she made the industry say,
“oh… shit.”
judgment:
she wins.
not just the case—
she wins everything.
power.
voice.
sleep.
and hopefully?
her fucking peace.
notes to self (aka lessons from a legend):
never doubt a quiet girl with a baby bump and a trauma folder.
NDAs are just foreplay to a bigger explosion.
white women wish they could liberate like this.
cassie burned the blueprint and built her own exit route.
filed under:
✦ “this is what survival with receipts looks like.”
✦ “defamation? no baby, this is documentation.”
✦ “someone call the fire department—she’s still smoking.”
—
xo,
the bitch taking notes
🖤📂💣 silence
