
This actor, who belongs to one of Hollywood’s most famous dynasties, is a National Treasure but in his personal life, he’s trapped in a “quiet, horrible nightmare.”
The Family Man actor, who once bought a seat on a plane for his child’s imaginary friend, is now living in a “hostile environment” created by his son’s ex-wife, who’s preventing him from meeting his four-year-old twin granddaughters.
Keep reading to learn the identity of the star whose name change was inspired by a superhero!
When this actor was only 15, he was seated in a car with his uncle, one of Hollywood’s leading filmmakers, and begged him for a chance to appear in one of his award-winning films.
“Give me a screen test, I’ll show you acting. There was just silence in the car,” said the star, who’s proudly bizarre both on and off screen.
As a 17-year-old, the actor paved his own path to stardom and earned a minor role in the 1982 hit, Fast Times at Ridgemont High, a coming-of age cult favorite.
“I was the brunt of jokes because my name was still Coppola,” says Nicholas Cage, who was born in 1962 as Nicholas Kim Coppola.
“People would not stop saying things like, ‘I love the smell of Nicolas in the morning,’ because of Apocalypse Now…and it made it hard to work and I said, ‘I don’t need this,’ and changed it to Cage,” the star explains of dropping the surname that connected him to his famous relative, Francis Ford Coppola.
Next, explaining why he chose Cage, he says, “It’s a combination of Luke Cage from Marvel comics, who was a character I liked, also named Power Man, and John Cage, the avant-garde composer. Speaks volumes about everything I’ve been up to ever since.”
His first starring role with Cage as his last name came in 1983’s Valley Girl and the anonymity he said made him feel as if he “had this weight come off my body.”
“Wow, I really can do this. And I felt liberated by that experience,” he tells Hollywood Reporter. “And you can see it in Valley Girl that I’m free. Whereas in Fast Times, or even Rumble Fish, I’m somewhat stuck,” he says, referring to his appearance in 1983’s Rumble Fish, a film directed by his uncle.
Over the next several years, Cage worked in back-to-back films, earning the reputation as one of Hollywood’s most sought-after actors.
In 1988, he earned Golden Globe nominations for Moonstruck with Cher and Honeymoon in Vegas with Sarah Jessica Parker.
It was also the same year he met actor Christina Fulton, who in December 1990 gave birth to his first son, Weston Coppola Cage, an actor who appeared as the younger version of his dad in the 2014 film Rage.
Cage, who earned an Oscar for his 1995 role in Leaving Las Vegas, also shares a son Kal-El (Superman’s birth name) born in 2005 with his third wife Alice Kim, and daughter August Francesca (born 2022) with his fifth wife, Riko Shibata.
Cage was also famously married to Patricia Arquette (1995 to 2001) and Lisa Marie Presley (2002), whom he filed for divorce only months later.
Speaking with People, The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent actor says that family comes “first and foremost.”
“There’s no version of Nick Cage in reality that doesn’t want to spend time with his children…There’s no version of Nick Cage that didn’t put family first over career,” says the star of Raising Arizona.
He adds, “I turned down Lord of the Rings and I turned down Matrix because I didn’t want to go to New Zealand for three years or Australia for three years because I needed to be home with my son Weston, that’s a fact.”
Offering evidence to that, actor Minnie Driver once said: “Was once on a plane with [Nicholas Cage] and his son and a seat had also been purchased for his son’s imaginary friend.”
Weston Coppola Cage
To this day the Adaptation star has a very tight bond with his children, and two of his grandchildren, Lucian (born 2014) and Sorin (2016), who Weston shares with his second wife.
“He can do things I dream about doing…compose music, sing, act, sculpt and cook and now he is a loving father,” Cage said of Weston, the former lead of two heavy metal bands. “To see my son with my grandson is as close to a sense of blissful completion I ever had.”
The D-Day star, 33, has been married three times and also shares twin daughters, Cyress and Venice, who were born in 2020 with his third ex-wife, Hila Arounian.
But the kids don’t know any members of their famous Hollywood family.
Following an ugly divorce in 2021, TMZ reports that Hila was granted “sole legal and physical custody of their twin daughters…with Weston getting no visitation rights.”
Explaining the distressing details, Weston’s mom Christina tells the U.S. Sun, that Hila has created a “hostile environment,” which includes “a request for a restraining order against her seeing the kids that was dismissed” in 2023.
“As a classy, respectful Hollywood family we are appalled and shocked at how Hila could do something like this. It is devastating not to see these kids. Nicolas and I haven’t been able to meet our two beautiful little granddaughters at all since they were born,” Christina says of the “smear campaign” Hila launched against her family. “We’re in a quiet, horrible nightmare. It’s insane, painful, hurtful, devastating. I have a beautiful relationship with my two little boy grandchildren and my son has a beautiful relationship with his boys.”
Christina adds, “Not meeting the girls is painful, hurtful, and shocking.”
Defending herself, Hila shares a note on Facebook, explaining that her ex cheated several times and was “weaponizing influence, wealth,” turning “the legal system against” her.
She also calls Christina a “sabotaging mother” and referring to Weston’s mental illness along with addictions, she says that Cage is an “enabling father” who “consistently hindered his progress.”
Hila does not mention anything about denying the family visitation with the twins, only that Weston’s “behavior became a physical threat to our daughters and me, as well as our emotional well-being.”
Christina reveals the Cage/Coppola family isn’t backing down: “In these trying times, our family’s resilience is tested. But we remain committed to overcoming these challenges and restoring our family’s harmony.”
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My MIL Kept Bringing Her Towels and Sheets to Wash at My House – What I Found Out Left Me Speechless

My mother-in-law is obsessively organized, but when she started hauling her towels and sheets to wash at my house every week, something didn’t feel right. I was annoyed, and I knew she was hiding something. But what I discovered upon returning home early one day left me rattled.
I’m Claire, and at 29, I thought I had my mother-in-law Marlene all figured out. Four years of marriage to Evan taught me a lot, but nothing could have prepared me for what I discovered about his mother that day.

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First, let me tell you about Marlene. She’s always been… well, intense, is putting it mildly. She’s the type who shows up unannounced at your doorstep, armed with homemade lasagna and an endless supply of opinions about everything from how I fold my laundry to the way I organize my spice rack.
“Claire, dear,” she’d say, barging in with her signature apple pie, “I noticed your garden could use some attention. And while we’re at it, have you considered rearranging your living room furniture? The feng shui is all wrong.”
I gripped my knife tighter, counting to ten in my head as I chopped the carrots. I’d grown used to her surprise visits and constant criticism, but that didn’t make them easier to swallow.

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“Oh honey, is that what you’re making for dinner?” Marlene’s voice drifted from my kitchen, where she stood inspecting my half-chopped vegetables. “You know Evan prefers his carrots julienned, not diced.”
“The diced carrots are for the soup stock, Marlene,” I explained, my voice tight with forced patience.
“Well, if you’re making stock, you really should roast the vegetables first. Here, let me show you—”
“I’ve got it under control,” I interrupted, stepping between her and my cutting board. “Don’t you have plans with Patrick today?”

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She fidgeted with her pearl necklace. “Oh, your father-in-law’s busy with his golf tournament. I thought I’d stop by and help you get organized. Your linen closet could use some attention.”
“My linen closet is fine,” I muttered, but she was already halfway down the hallway.
“Goodness, Claire!” she called out. “When was the last time you properly folded these sheets? The corners aren’t even aligned!”
It’s exhausting, but Evan adores her, so I’ve learned to bite my tongue and smile. After all, she’s his mother, and I’d rather keep the peace than start a war I can’t win.

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But things took a strange turn about two months ago. That’s when Marlene started showing up weekly with garbage bags full of towels and bed linens.
She’d breeze past me like it was perfectly normal, saying, “Oh, I thought I’d use your washer and dryer today. Mine aren’t working quite right anymore.”
Two weeks later, it started getting worse. I was sipping my morning coffee when the doorbell rang. There stood Marlene, clutching three large garbage bags loaded with dirty laundry.
“My washing machine’s acting up again,” she announced, pushing past me. “You wouldn’t mind if I used yours, would you, dear?”

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I blinked at her retreating form. “Your washing machine? The one you just bought six months ago? You said you were going to fix it, right?”
“Oh, you know how these modern appliances are,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “They make them so complicated these days.”
I watched her disappear into my laundry room, my coffee growing cold in my hands. Something felt off, but I couldn’t put my finger on what.
That night, I brought it up to Evan. “Don’t you think it’s weird? Your mom showing up with laundry every week?”

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He barely looked up from his laptop. “Mom’s just being Mom. Remember when she reorganized our entire garage because she thought the holiday decorations were in the wrong boxes?”
“This feels different,” I insisted. “She seemed… nervous. Like she’s hiding something.”
“Claire,” he sighed, finally meeting my eyes. “Can we have one evening without analyzing my mother’s every move? It’s just laundry. She’s always welcome to use our washing machine. Maybe she’ll stop once she gets hers fixed.”
But it didn’t stop.

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Every week, like clockwork, Marlene would appear with her bags of laundry. Sometimes, she’d wait until I got home, and other times, she’d use her emergency key — the one we’d given her for actual emergencies, not impromptu laundry sessions.
“Found more sheets that need washing?” I asked one Wednesday, trying to keep the edge out of my voice.
“Just a few things,” she replied, hurrying past me. Her hands were trembling as she loaded the washer.

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I called Evan at work, my frustration boiling over. “Your mother’s here again. Third time this week.”
“I’m in the middle of a meeting, Claire.”
“She’s acting weird, Evan. Really weird. I think something’s going on.”
“The only thing going on is you turning this into a bigger deal than it needs to be,” he snapped. “I need to go.”
I was deeply concerned by Marlene’s erratic behavior.

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The truth finally surfaced on a fateful Friday that week. I’d left work early, hoping to surprise Evan with a home-cooked meal. Instead, I was the one surprised when I saw Marlene’s car in our driveway.
The washing machine’s hum guided me to the laundry room as I quietly entered the house. She was frantically transferring wet linens from washer to dryer, her perfectly manicured nails catching on the fabric in her haste.
“Marlene?”
“Claire! I… I didn’t expect you home so early!” She screamed, spinning around.

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“Clearly,” I said, taking in the scene. That’s when I saw a pillowcase with distinct rusty red stains. My stomach lurched. “What is that?”
“Nothing!” She reached for it, but I was faster.
“Is this BLOOD?” My voice shook. “Marlene, what’s going on?”
“It’s not what you think,” she whispered, her face draining of color.
My hands trembled as I reached for my phone. “Tell me the truth right now, or I’m calling the police.”

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“No!” She lunged for my phone. “Please, I can explain!”
“Then explain! Because from where I’m standing, this looks really fishy.”
“I’ve been…” She sank onto the dryer, her shoulders slumping. “I’ve been helping injured animals.”
Of all the scenarios I’d imagined, this wasn’t one of them. “WHAT?”
“Strays,” she continued, tears welling up in her eyes. “I find them at night… cats, dogs, even a baby raccoon once. I wrap them in towels and take them to the emergency vet. Last night, I found a little puppy. He was curled up near a dumpster. Poor thing was hurt.”

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I sat down on a chair, trying to process this revelation. “But why all the secrecy?”
“Patrick,” she said, twisting her wedding ring. “He’s severely allergic to animal fur. If he knew I was bringing strays into our garage…” She shuddered. “Last year, I tried to help an injured cat. He was so angry and threatened to cancel our joint credit card. Said I was wasting money on ‘worthless creatures.’”
“So you’ve been secretly saving animals and washing the evidence at OUR house?”
She nodded miserably. “Last week, I found a dog with a broken leg behind the supermarket. The week before, it was a cat trapped in a storm drain. I couldn’t just leave them there, Claire. I couldn’t. Those poor things.”

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“How many animals have you helped?”
“Over 71 since January,” she whispered. “All of them found homes, except for the ones that were too far gone to save.” Her voice cracked on the last words.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I gently squeezed her hand.
“Everyone already thinks I’m controlling and obsessive,” she wiped her eyes with a damp tissue. “I didn’t want to give them another reason to judge me.”

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“Judge you? Marlene, this is amazing.”
Her eyes lit up. “Really? You don’t think I’m crazy?”
“I think you’re brave,” I said, surprised by how much I meant it. “And I want to help you.”
“You do?”
“Of course. But no more sneaking around. We’ll do this together, okay?”
She hugged me then, something she’d never done before. “Thank you, Claire. You don’t know what this means to me.”

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That evening, after helping Marlene fold her now-clean linens, I heard Evan’s key in the lock. I quickly wiped away the tears we’d shed while she told me stories about all the animals she’d saved.
“Everything okay?” he asked, noticing the laundry basket. “Mom’s washing machine still broken?”
I thought about the kitten Marlene had described finding last evening, barely alive in a dumpster. About how she’d stayed up all night feeding it with an eyedropper. About this whole other side to the woman I’d misjudged for so long.

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“Actually,” I smiled, “I think her washing machine’s not gonna work for quite some time. She can feel free to use ours. I don’t mind!”
“Really? I thought you were—”
“Let’s just say your mom has her reasons,” I said, thinking of our new shared secret. “And they’re better than I could’ve ever imagined.”
I left that conversation with a new understanding of the woman I’d thought I knew. And while our relationship would never be perfect, I learned that sometimes the most beautiful truths hide in the most unexpected places… even in a pile of crimson-stained laundry.

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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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