The Princess Who Never Was – Virginia Giuffre’s Final Accusation Against Prince Andrew

It is a book that sounds like a last word from beyond the grave – unvarnished, harrowing, almost too direct to still pass as literature. Nobody’s Girl, the posthumously released autobiography of Virginia Giuffre, the woman who once managed to escape Jeffrey Epstein and yet never truly became free, contains her final lines about power, dependency, and the men who believed she belonged to the spoils of the world. At its center: Prince Andrew.

Giuffre describes in the book with a precision that silences all denial how Ghislaine Maxwell “prepared her for a prince” one evening. She recalls the anticipation of a seventeen-year-old – “like Cinderella, only that the fairy tale led into the abyss.” Maxwell had dressed her up for dinner, Andrew had been charming, talkative, and yet cold. When asked her age, she writes, he guessed correctly – “My daughters are just a little younger than you,” he said. Maxwell laughed: “Then we’ll have to trade her in soon.”

What follows reads like the protocol of a power that knows no resistance. Giuffre recounts that Maxwell ordered her “to do for him what you do for Jeffrey.” The prince, she writes, behaved as if he were entitled to have sex with her – friendly but self-assured, as if it were his birthright. There was a bath, then “intercourse that lasted less than half an hour.” Andrew was particularly fixated on her feet, stroking and licking them. Words that are hardly bearable on paper. Epstein paid her $15,000 afterward – “for servicing the man the tabloids called Randy Andy,” she writes. She had not wanted to, but believed she had to. “Our existence depended on it. There was no escape from Epstein’s and Maxwell’s grip.”

Later Giuffre describes a second encounter. Maxwell was there again, this time with a puppet that resembled Andrew. She placed it on Giuffre’s lap and made the puppet’s hand fall onto her breast – a grotesque scene that she interprets as a symbol of her situation: “We were their puppets, and they were pulling the strings.” A third encounter, she writes, took place on Epstein’s private island – as an orgy with the prince, Epstein, and eight other girls, many of them barely of age, some unable to speak a word of English. “Epstein laughed that they couldn’t talk – the easiest girls to get along with.”

When Giuffre decided to go public in 2011, she handed the British journalist Sharon Churcher a photo: Andrew, Maxwell, herself – the picture that went around the world. “I gave her the snapshots I had hidden in a bookcase,” she writes. Later she saw another photo: Andrew, ten years later, again at Epstein’s side. “It only made him seem more arrogant – Randy Andy, the unteachable prince.” In the years that followed, she fought for legal redress – and against walls of money, influence, and silence. In 2020, she writes, Andrew retreated to Balmoral to avoid being served her lawsuit. A judge accused his lawyers of “playing hide-and-seek behind palace walls.” And even when Maxwell stood trial in 2021, Giuffre says Andrew’s camp deliberately spread rumors, hired trolls, and sought to discredit her.

Nobody’s Girl erscheint heute – Monate nach Giuffres Suizid in der Nähe ihres australischen Zuhauses. Es ist das Vermächtnis einer Frau, die vom System verschlungen und doch zur Stimme all jener wurde, deren Geschichten nie jemand hören wollte. In ihren letzten Sätzen klingt nichts von Rache, nur eine bittere Klarheit: dass Macht, wenn sie nicht begrenzt wird, jede Moral frisst – und dass Könige, Prinzen, Präsidenten am Ende alle denselben Schatten werfen.