Nicholas Cage’s twin grandchildren haven’t met their famous grandad

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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Pregnant Taxi Driver Takes a Homeless Man to the Hospital — Next Morning She Sees a Motorcade of SUVs Outside Her Window

A heavily pregnant taxi driver offers a homeless and injured stranger a free ride to the hospital on a rainy night. The next morning, she wakes up to a parade of SUVs outside her house. Suited men knock on her door with a truth that alters her life forever.

After two years behind the wheel, Cleo had seen every kind of passenger a taxi could carry: the 3 a.m. party crowds stumbling over their feet, families racing to catch flights, and guilty-looking businessmen who reeked of cocktails and bad decisions. She’d heard every story, dried more than a few tears, and learned to read people before they even opened her cab door.

A woman driving a car | Source: Unsplash

A woman driving a car | Source: Unsplash

The yellow cab’s headlights cut through the November fog as Cleo guided her taxi down the empty streets of downtown that night.

Her back ached and the baby seemed determined to practice gymnastics against her ribs. At eight months pregnant, her night shift was getting harder. But bills don’t pay themselves, right?

“Just a few more hours, my love,” she whispered, rubbing her swollen belly. “Then we can go home to Chester.”

The baby kicked in response, making her smile despite everything. Chester, her orange tabby, was probably sprawled across her pillow at home, shedding orange fur everywhere. These days, that cat was the closest thing Cleo had as a family.

A tabby cat sitting on a table | Source: Unsplash

A tabby cat sitting on a table | Source: Unsplash

The mention of home brought unwanted memories flooding back. Five months ago, she’d bounded up those same stairs to their apartment, her heart racing with excitement.

She’d planned everything perfectly — the candle-lit dinner, her husband Mark’s favorite lasagna, the little pair of baby shoes she’d wrapped in silver paper.

“We’re having a baby, honey!” she’d said, sliding the package across the table.

A woman holding tiny baby shoes | Source: Freepik

A woman holding tiny baby shoes | Source: Freepik

Mark had stared at the shoes, his face draining of color. The silence stretched until Cleo couldn’t bear it.

“Say something.”

“I can’t do this, Cleo.”

“What do you mean, you can’t?”

“Jessica’s pregnant too. With my child. Three months along.”

The candles had burned low as Cleo’s world collapsed. Jessica. His secretary. The woman he’d sworn was “just a friend.”

An upset man | Source: Pexels

An upset man | Source: Pexels

“How long were you cheating on me?”

“Does it matter?”

It hadn’t, really. Within a week, Mark was gone. Within two, he’d cleaned out their joint account. Now, at 32, Cleo worked double shifts, trying to save enough for when the baby arrived.

“Your father might have forgotten about us,” she whispered to her bump, forcing back tears as she snapped back to the moment, “but we’re gonna make it. You’ll see.”

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A teary-eyed woman | Source: Unsplash

But that night, just three weeks before her due date, with her ankles swollen and her maternity uniform straining against her belly, Cleo encountered something different.

The clock read 11:43 p.m. when she spotted him — a lone figure stumbling along the highway’s shoulder.

Through the haze of street lamps and drizzling rain, he emerged like a ghost from the shadows of 42nd Street. Even from a distance, something about him made her pulse quicken.

Silhouette of a man on the road at night | Source: Pexels

Silhouette of a man on the road at night | Source: Pexels

His clothes hung in dirty tatters and his dark hair plastered his face in wet ropes. He cradled one arm against his chest, dragging his right leg as he stumbled along the empty sidewalk.

Cleo’s hand instinctively moved to her rounded belly as she watched the man through the windshield. She should have been home an hour ago, curled up with Chester, who always purred against her stomach as if serenading the baby.

But something about this man’s desperation, the way he swayed with each step as if fighting to stay upright, made her grip her steering wheel tighter instead of driving away.

Night shot of a shocked woman driving a car | Source: Freepik

Night shot of a shocked woman driving a car | Source: Freepik

In her two years of driving nights, Cleo had learned to spot trouble. And everything about this scene screamed danger.

Through the fog, she made out more details. He was a young guy, maybe mid-20s, in what had once been expensive clothes.

He clutched his right arm, and even in the dim light, she could see dark crimson stains on his sleeve. His face was a mess of bruises, one eye swollen shut.

Grayscale shot of a man on a sidewalk | Source: Pexels

Grayscale shot of a man on a sidewalk | Source: Pexels

A car appeared in her rearview mirror, moving fast. The man’s head snapped up, terror written across his face. He tried to run but stumbled.

“Don’t do it, Cleo,” she whispered. “Not tonight. Not when you’re eight months pregnant.”

But she was already pulling over.

Rolling down her window just a crack, she called out, “You okay? Need help?”

The stranger jerked around, his eyes wide with fear. Sweat fused in dark crimson trickled from a cut above his eyebrow. “I just need to get somewhere safe.”

A terrified man's eyes | Source: Unsplash

A terrified man’s eyes | Source: Unsplash

The approaching car’s engine roared louder.

“Get in!” Cleo unlocked the doors. “I’ll take you to the hospital.”

The guy climbed in and collapsed into the backseat as Cleo hit the gas. The pursuing car’s headlights flooded her mirror.

“They’re still coming,” he panted, ducking low. “Thank you. Most wouldn’t stop.”

Cleo’s heart hammered. “Hold on.”

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A startled woman sitting in a car | Source: Freepik

She took a sharp right, then another, weaving through side streets she knew by heart. The car behind them kept pace.

“Who are they?” she asked, taking another sharp turn that made her passenger grab the door handle.

“Faster… faster. They’ll catch us…”

A second set of headlights appeared ahead. They were being boxed in.

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View of headlights of a car approaching in the distance | Source: Pexels

“Trust me?” Cleo asked, already turning the wheel.

“What?”

She cut through an abandoned parking lot, scraping under a partially lowered gate. The pursuing cars couldn’t follow and the gap was barely big enough for her taxi.

“Two years of dodging drunk passengers who don’t want to pay,” she explained, checking her mirror. No headlights. “Never thought those skills would come in handy tonight.”

The baby kicked hard, making her wince.

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An empty parking lot | Source: Pexels

“You’re pregnant,” the stranger said, noticing her discomfort. “God, I’m so sorry. I’ve put you both in danger.”

“Sometimes the biggest risk is doing nothing.” She met his eyes in the mirror. “I’m Cleo.”

“Thank you, Cleo. Most people… they would’ve just ignored me.”

“Yeah, well, most people haven’t learned how quickly life can change.”

After what felt like an eternity, they finally arrived at the hospital. Before stepping out, the man grabbed her arm gently.

A hospital | Source: Pexels

A hospital | Source: Pexels

“Why did you stop?” His good eye studied her face.

“The world’s not exactly kind to taxi drivers these days, especially not pregnant ones working alone at night.”

Cleo thought about it. “This morning, I watched a woman step over a homeless man having a seizure. Didn’t even pause her phone call. I promised myself I wouldn’t become that person… someone so scared of the world that they forget their humanity.”

A homeless man lying on the street | Source: Pexels

A homeless man lying on the street | Source: Pexels

He nodded slowly. “You didn’t have to do this. Because what you did tonight… it’s beyond your understanding.”

Cleo hesitated for a moment, her eyes meeting his. She gave a small, reassuring smile.

With that, she turned and walked toward her waiting taxi. As she stepped inside, she glanced back one last time, whispering, “What did he mean?”

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A woman driving a car on a busy road | Source: Unsplash

The rest of the night was a blur. Cleo went home, had a simple dinner, and fed her cat. But her mind was a jumbled mess, replaying the events of the night as she drifted off to sleep.

A loud rumble of engines jolted her awake from her sleep the next morning. Chester abandoned his spot on her pillow, his fur standing on end as if he were cornered by the neighbor’s dog.

“What is it, Chester?” Cleo fought her way out of bed and froze at the window.

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A woman looking out the window | Source: Pexels

A motorcade of sleek black SUVs, at least a dozen, lined her modest street. Men in dark suits and earpieces moved with military precision, setting up a perimeter around her house.

“Oh God. Who are these men? Had I helped a criminal last night?” Cleo gasped.

A knock interrupted her racing thoughts. Peering through the peephole, she saw three men. One was sharply dressed in an expensive suit, another wore an earpiece, and the third was eerily familiar.

Cars on a road | Source: Pixabay

Cars on a road | Source: Pixabay

“No way,” she whispered, recognizing the stranger from the previous night.

Gone were the torn clothes and crimson stains, replaced by an impeccable suit that probably cost more than her monthly fare.

She opened the door with trembling hands.

A young man in a crisp suit | Source: Pexels

A young man in a crisp suit | Source: Pexels

“Ma’am!” the first man bowed slightly. “I’m James, head of security for the Atkinson family. This is Mr. Atkinson and his son, Archie, whom you helped last night.”

The world tilted. The Atkinsons — the billionaire family whose tech empire dominated headlines. Their son had been kidnapped three days ago, the ransom set at 50 million.

And she’d picked him up on the side of the road.

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A stunned woman | Source: Midjourney

“They had me for three days,” Archie explained, perched on her worn couch while Chester sniffed his shoes. “When they moved me last night, I saw my chance to escape at the gas station. But they were close. If you hadn’t stopped—”

“The men pursuing you,” his father added, “were captured an hour after you dropped Archie at the hospital. Your quick thinking didn’t just save my son, it helped us catch a dangerous kidnapping ring.”

Mr. Atkinson then held out an envelope. Inside was a check that made Cleo’s legs go weak.

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A smiling rich older man | Source: Freepik

“Sir, this is too much. I can’t—”

“It’s nothing compared to what you did,” he smiled gently. “Consider it an investment in both your futures!” he said, glancing at her belly. “No child should start life wondering how their mother will provide for them.”

Tears spilled down Cleo’s cheeks as Chester jumped onto Archie’s lap, purring loudly.

“There’s more,” Archie added, leaning forward. “We want you to run our foundation’s new community safety initiative. The world needs more people who aren’t afraid to stop and help. People like you, Cleo.”

An emotional, teary-eyed woman | Source: Pexels

An emotional, teary-eyed woman | Source: Pexels

“If you ever need anything, please call us,” Mr. Atkinson said, handing a business card, his voice soft with sincerity and gratitude. “We’re forever indebted to you.”

Cleo smiled and a weak, “Thank you!” escaped her lips as tears of joy and relief filled her eyes.

As they left, she felt the weight of the past few months lift. For the first time since Mark walked out, she allowed herself to believe things might just turn out to be okay.

Cleo looked down at her belly, smiling through her tears. “Heard that, little one? Looks like Mommy’s night job just got an upgrade. And we did it by just being human!”

A pregnant woman holding her belly | Source: Unsplash

A pregnant woman holding her belly | Source: Unsplash

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.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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