The Billionaire Tobacco Heiress Who Killed Her Interior Designer: Doris Duke

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This infamous true crime "old money" dynasty scandal involved Doris Duke, a screaming fight, a set of wrought-iron gates, and a man who had dedicated years to shaping her world with beauty—until he tried to leave it. ------------------- Gain FREE access to secret full-length episodes on wealthy women "too scandalous for YouTube" by joining our newsletter: https://www.substack.com/@oldmoneyluxury ------------------- TIMESTAMPS 0:00 Introduction 1:22 Chapter One: The Million Dollar Baby 5:36 Chapter Two: Blood at the Gates 9:40 Chapter Three: The Evidence Speaks 13:24 Chapter Four: Buying Justice 17:09 Chapter Five: The Price of Truth ------------------- There's a certain chill unique to America's old money—less brash than new wealth, less loud, but infinitely more powerful, with heirs growing up surrounded by silence that hangs in marble hallways and settles over clipped hedges and century-old fortunes. Doris Duke was raised inside that silence, surrounded by the same fortune that built Duke University and reshaped the American South—proof that her family's wealth didn't just influence society, it engineered it. She mastered it, weaponized it, and for decades Newport society whispered about her the way people whisper about storms: unpredictable, mesmerizing, and capable of inflicting extraordinary damage. Newspapers crowned the infant "the richest little girl in the world" before Doris Duke could even cry—November twenty-second, nineteen twelve, born into tobacco billions that would shape and curse her entire existence. Her father James Buchanan "Buck" Duke had built an empire from post-Civil War devastation, acquiring James Bonsack's cigarette-rolling machine in eighteen eighty-five that produced one hundred twenty thousand cigarettes daily while competitors clung to hand-rolling traditions. October tenth, nineteen twenty-five brought Buck's death at his Fifth Avenue mansion, leaving thirteen-year-old Doris between sixty and one hundred million dollars and advice that would poison every future relationship: "Trust no one." In nineteen fifty-nine, she hired Eduardo Tirella, a Bronze Star recipient from World War Two who had transitioned into Hollywood set design, paying him forty-three thousand annually and designating living spaces at all five estates to keep him constantly available. October seventh, nineteen sixty-six would transform her possessive employment into something far darker when Tirella announced his permanent resignation, with servants at Rough Point reporting hearing Duke explode in a "furious row" that morning. Around five o'clock, Duke informed Tirella that The Black Cat antique shop had acquired a fifteenth-century wooden reliquary—one final service before he left for California. Thirteen-year-old Bob Walker was pedaling his Newport Daily News route past Ledge Road when he reported hearing voices arguing from the Duke estate, followed by "the roar of a motor." According to police theory, Duke shifted across the bench seat, released the parking brake, and moved the transmission to Drive, with the impact catapulting Tirella upward onto the hood as the wagon crashed through the wrought iron. Officer Edward Angel arrived at approximately five thirty to find Duke calling "My friend, my friend" while Eduardo Tirella lay crushed beneath the Dodge's rear axle. Chief Joseph Radice declared the case closed after five days on October twelfth, stating there was an "unfortunate accident" with no evidence suggesting otherwise. Eight days after Tirella's death, headlines announced Duke's twenty-five-thousand-dollar donation to restore Newport's famous Cliff Walk, with additional donations flowing to Newport Hospital and civic institutions. Tirella's family pursued civil court in nineteen seventy-one seeking two point five million dollars, but the Providence jury awarded only seventy-five thousand dollars—less than Duke earned in daily interest on her fortune. After legal fees, each sibling received approximately five thousand six hundred twenty dollars for their brother's death, with his niece later stating "She killed him twice—she destroyed his body and then she eviscerated his memory." In November two thousand twenty-one, Newport Police announced the case would remain closed despite renewed attention, maintaining the original accident determination nearly six decades later.