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Her most recent trip, however, proved to be a far cry from the luxury break she was used to - as the Libyan regime crumbled last week and her male companion took flight, she endured several days of utter terror as battles raged around her five star hotel.
On Wednesday, The Sunday Telegraph found her alone and frightened in a Tripoli hospital ward, where she was being treated for injuries after leaping from a hotel balcony - apparently fearful that a group of rebels were about to burn her alive. "It was the first time I had seen him since just before the February uprising.
She was curious about his father, although she was never allowed to meet him.
"You must become a Muslim first," Mutassim had told her.
It was hard for me to judge life in Libya for ordinary people – I was always staying in a gilded cage when I visited.
They looked happy enough." She did, though, see occasional flashes of temper, in particular on one occasion where a servant had brought in a meal that was cold.
"He shouted at the guy and threw plates on the floor.
He put that guy like a dog in a corner and then he demanded that he eat the whole lot, there in front of us. I never saw the servant again, and I don't know what happened to him.
Then, at the end of August, she made what she called her 'big mistake', returning to Libya."Of course I knew that it was not right to spend so much money like that," she said."I asked him many times about the welfare of the Libyan people, and he said the schools and hospitals were free, that rice and flour were cheap."Afterwards he must have apologised to me a million times for it.He said I was one of the few people who was a real friend and says what she feels.
Before she was evacuated from the city by a humanitarian ship to Malta on Friday, though, she gave an extraordinary account of the final days of the Gaddafi regime - an insight into a family who will fight to the death and destroy their country before they give up power. He had a beard, he was sitting on a couch strewn with automatic weapons, and he was guarded by unsmiling 16-year-old boys with sub-machine guns." On the wall behind was a huge portrait of his father, Muammar Gaddafi.