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beauty, he said he felt like he had won the lottery when she agreed to date him. Kouider was the dominant partner from the start – Medouni her ‘lapdog’. Over the following years the pair’s on- off relationship would never be short of incident.
Medouni told how Kouider threatened his father with a knife, overdosed on tablets, jumped out of a window and was admitted to a psychiatric hospital suffering from bipolar disorder. In about 2005 Kouider travelled to London to improve her English and find work. Not long after Medouni joined her, having landed a job with the French bank Société Générale.
Medouni suspected her of cheating on him with forklift driver Anthony Francois and they split. A couple of years later Kouider gave birth to her first child. Mr Francois was his father, although they were not together.
Following her arrival in London, Kouider had taken the first name Sabrina. ‘It was all part of an attempt to reinvent herself as someone who was “hip”, and not just another girl from the projects [housing estates],’ said a friend. And, indeed, from a glance at her Facebook pages you would be forgiven for thinking that here was a woman with the world at her feet.
She was perfectly made-up, and her petite figure was shown off in a range of designer clothes. There were pictures of her at glitzy London launches and drinks parties. She looked, said a friend, as glamorous as one of the Kardashian sisters. She claimed variously to be a fashion designer, a make-up artist and a music producer.
WHAT makes Kouider’s story all the more extraordinary is that she had actually found a way into that world – only for her self-destructive tendencies to wreck it all.
In 2011 she met music mogul Mark Walton. He had founded Irish pop group Boyzone while at school with Shane Lynch. Not long after he was edged out of the band but went on to become involved with Irish girl group B*witched, and to become a judge in Vietnam’s Pop Idol. He was good- looking, available and wealthy. The pair’s paths crossed in the unlikely setting of a NatWest bank in Notting Hill. The chemistry was instant. Here was another man bewitched by Kouider’s beauty.
They would live together for two years, then Kouider disappeared without warning. It later transpired that she had given birth to her second child while in America.
Despite their split, when Kouider returned to the country in mid2013 the ‘emotionally broken’ Mr Walton paid £12,800 in advance rent for the flat where Sophie would ultimately be murdered. He only stopped the financial support in February 2014 when the scales finally fell from his eyes.
Kouider did not take it at all well. She subsequently phoned his mother accusing him of being a paedophile and repeated the claims on a Facebook page.
Mr Walton was questioned by police over the entirely baseless allegations in 2015, which he denied in their entirety. Living in Los Angeles, Mr Walton last visited the UK in October 2015 and never met or had even heard of Sophie until told of her murder. And yet it would be Kouider’s obsessive and illogical belief that Sophie and Mr Walton were in league together that would drive her and her partner to murder.
Her anger and bitterness grew as her gilded lifestyle began to tarnish and fall apart. Money was short, her first love Medouni was back on the scene and contributing little, and the pair struggled to pay the rent.
When Sophie joined the family in January 2016 she was to be paid £50 a week. She rarely received even that. As the months passed her treatment deteriorated.
First Kouider accused Sophie of stealing a diamond pendant. Then she claimed that she and Mr Walton were in some way conspiring together, that she was his ‘spy’ inside the house. Their plan? To sexually abuse and to harm the family. In a rage she beat Sophie with an electrical flex. ‘I started hitting her really bad,’ Kouider told the court. ‘I felt betrayed.’
Last August Medouni – ‘beguiled’ by Kouider – joined in the interrogations. Sophie became a prisoner in the flat, forced to sleep on a desk, forced into making confessions that were never good enough to placate her abusers.
Instead the pair increased the pressure on her, using their mobile phones to make videos and audio recordings of 19 increasingly ‘brutal and oppressive’ interrogations of their ‘terrified’ victim.
In the final video, shot a few hours before her death, Sophie was pale and withdrawn as she apparently parroted lines about drugging the family’s drinks at Mr Walton’s command.
In the days before she died, Sophie suffered fractures to her sternum, to four of her ribs, and to her jawbone. She also had bruising to her left arm, back and chest. The night before her death she was tortured in the bath.
In her evidence Kouider claimed that Medouni had waterboarded the young nanny – covering her face with a towel and then pouring water over it. Exactly how Sophie died is unclear – her remains were too badly burned to establish a cause of death. But it is possible that she drowned in the bath having been punched in the face.
NEITHER Kouider nor Medouni would admit to being responsible, each claiming they were asleep when Sophie died. They then hid the body in a suitcase. In a final act of depravity the pair had sex. Sophie’s body lay on a bed nearby.
Afterwards, they tried to get away with murder by burning her body on a bonfire in the garden of their flat.
When firemen were alerted by neighbours to pungent- smelling smoke last September, they arrived to discover Medouni cooking food on a barbecue in an attempt to disguise the smell of her body burning to make it unrecognisable. Medouni claimed he was ‘cooking a sheep’ but firemen suspected it was human remains.
Before burning the body, Kouider had taken a shower. ‘It’s for cleaning – to clean my sin,’ she would tell her boyfriend, like some modern-day Lady Macbeth trying to wash the ‘blood’ from her hands.
Of course, unlike the Shakespearean play, this was a tragedy with a very real victim.