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.

I Had My Son Do a DNA Test Which Confirmed Paternity, but Then His Fiancée’s Mother Called and Left Me Totally Shocked

Let me tell you about my son, Ryan. His journey through college was pretty much like any other kid’s, filled with ups and downs, late-night study sessions, and the occasional party. It was during his senior year, though, that he dropped a bombshell on me that would change the dynamics of our family forever. Ryan told me his girlfriend, Shelly, was pregnant.

Now, Ryan’s a good kid — responsible, kind-hearted, and a bit naive when it comes to matters of the heart. So, when he shared the news, my first instinct was to ensure he wasn’t walking into a situation blindly. I suggested a DNA test, just to be sure. Ryan, bless him, took the advice in stride and got the test done. When the results confirmed he was the father, he didn’t hesitate to stand by Shelly and start dating her officially.

A guy in college studying | Source: Pexels

A guy in college studying | Source: Pexels

The first time I met Shelly, I knew we were going to have a rough start. She confronted me about the DNA test, accusing me of thinking the worst of her. I tried to explain it was just a precaution, a standard piece of advice I’d give in any similar situation, but the damage was done. Our relationship started on the wrong foot, and despite her integration into the family, things between us never warmed up. I decided to keep my distance for the sake of peace, being civil at family events but nothing more.

A  pregnancy test | Source: Pexels

A pregnancy test | Source: Pexels

Time passed, and Ryan and Shelly’s relationship blossomed into an engagement. That’s when things took a turn for the worse. Shelly, for reasons known only to her, began slandering me to anyone who would listen. She painted me as this villain, twisting my words and actions into something sinister. It was like she was on a mission to turn my own family against me, and the sad part was, it was working. My son, caught between his mother and his future wife, felt he had to make a stand. He gave me an ultimatum: apologize to Shelly for things I never said or did, or be barred from their wedding.

A guy proposing to his girlfriend | Source: Pexels

A guy proposing to his girlfriend | Source: Pexels

I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Apologizing for things I hadn’t done would be admitting guilt to lies and slander, but standing my ground meant missing one of the most important days in my son’s life. In the end, I chose my integrity, refusing to apologize for offenses I hadn’t committed.

Consequently, I was uninvited from the wedding. The fallout was immediate and painful; friends and family turned their backs on me, swallowing Shelly’s stories without a second thought. It was a lonely time, filled with a lot of soul-searching and questioning where things went wrong.

A sad man | Source: Pexels

A sad man | Source: Pexels

Then, two weeks before the wedding, out of the blue, I received a phone call that would throw everything into even more chaos. It was Shelly’s mother, Jen — a woman I had barely interacted with, given my strained relationship with her daughter. Her voice was anxious, laced with an urgency that immediately set off alarm bells in my head.

A man on the phone | Source: Pexels

A man on the phone | Source: Pexels

“Hi. Get in the car and drive to me, it’s urgent.”

“Hey Jen. What’s that?”

And then she dropped a bombshell on me. Her words were rushed, urgent, and they carried a weight that I couldn’t immediately understand. “We need to cancel the wedding,” she said, a statement so bold and out of the blue that it momentarily took my breath away. “I found out Shelly really was lying all this time. I can’t allow your son’s life to be ruined like this.”

A woman on a phone call | Source: Pexels

A woman on a phone call | Source: Pexels

My heart skipped a beat. “But how? The test showed he is the father,” I responded, my mind racing through the implications of her words.

Jen’s next question caught me off guard. “Didn’t your son say where they did the test?” I realized then that Ryan had never mentioned specifics, and a sinking feeling began to take hold. Jen revealed something that made the pieces start to fall into place in the most unsettling way.

Test tubes with liquid | Source: Pexels

Test tubes with liquid | Source: Pexels

The paternity test — Shelly had arranged it through her father, Jen’s ex-husband, a detail that Ryan, nor I, had been privy to. Jen was convinced the results we’d been shown were fabricated.

My heart pounded as the truth began to dawn on me. Ryan had never seen the actual test results, only the conclusions as presented by Shelly’s father. The realization hit me like a freight train: we had been deceived on the most fundamental level.

A shocked man reading a letter | Source: Pexels

A shocked man reading a letter | Source: Pexels

In the days that followed, the truth unraveled like a thread pulled from a sweater, undoing the fabric of lies Shelly had woven. It turned out Shelly had been dating multiple guys and got pregnant accidentally. The real father was someone with no means to provide, and somehow, Shelly decided to pin her hopes and future on Ryan, my son, exploiting our family’s financial stability.

A pregnant woman | Source: Pexels

A pregnant woman | Source: Pexels

The fallout was devastating. Ryan was heartbroken, his trust shattered by the person he had been ready to build a life with. The wedding was called off, and the family was thrown into turmoil, trying to grapple with the deception and its implications. Shelly, faced with the exposure of her lies, chose to leave, moving in with her father, the same man who had aided her deceit.

A bride on her own | Source: Pexels

A bride on her own | Source: Pexels

It was a trying time for all of us, especially for Ryan. Yet, through the storm of emotions and upheaval, there were unexpected silver linings. Jen and I, once at odds because of our children’s relationship, found common ground in our mutual concern for our kids’ well-being. We started communicating periodically, a connection forged in the fire of our shared ordeal.

A sad young man | Source: Pexels

A sad young man | Source: Pexels

The aftermath was a period of healing and reflection. Ryan took time to mend, leaning on his family and reevaluating what he wanted for his future. It was a tough lesson in trust, love, and the complexities of relationships. But eventually, he emerged stronger, more resilient, and with a clearer understanding of himself and his values.

A happy older man on the phone | Source: Pexels

A happy older man on the phone | Source: Pexels

In the end, life has a way of moving forward, of healing wounds and offering new paths. Ryan found peace, and our family found unity in the face of betrayal. Shelly’s departure marked the end of a tumultuous chapter, but for us, it was the beginning of something new — lessons learned, bonds strengthened, and a future filled with hope.

How would you have reacted when you heard your son was being taken advantage of? Let us know on Facebook.

Meanwhile, here’s another story about a DNA test that exposed a mother-in-law’s secret.

I Did DNA Test to Prove I Didn’t Cheat on My Husband, Exposed My MIL’s Humiliating Secret Instead

Marrying Jake was the culmination of every dream I’d ever had about love and family. At 25, I felt like the luckiest woman alive, stepping into a future that seemed as bright and promising as the man standing beside me at the altar. Our life together was everything I’d hoped for, a perfect blend of love, laughter, and shared dreams. Yet, amidst this idyllic existence, there lingered a shadow, a detail so significant it threatened the very fabric of our happiness.

A sad older woman | Source: Pexels

A sad older woman | Source: Pexels

Two months ago, we welcomed our daughter, Jess, into the world. Her arrival should have been an unblemished joy, but instead, it became the center of unwelcome speculation. Jess had vibrant green eyes, a trait that stood out as an anomaly in both our families, sparking whispers and doubts about her paternity.

A frustrated young couple | Source: Pexels

A frustrated young couple | Source: Pexels

Despite Jake’s unwavering trust in me, the constant barrage of insinuations from our families wore us down. In a bid to silence the gossip and solidify our family against external doubts, I suggested a paternity test, a decision that Jake initially resisted. He believed in us, in me, and saw no need to prove our truth to anyone. However, the persistent whispers eventually led us to proceed with the test, hoping it would put an end to the speculation.

An older man with a book open in front of him | Source: Pexels

An older man with a book open in front of him | Source: Pexels

The day the results came, we decided to face the music together, inviting our families over for a dinner that would reveal more than anyone had bargained for. As I stood before them, test results in hand, the tension was palpable. “Jess is indeed your daughter, but your dad isn’t actually your dad,” I revealed, my words hanging in the air like a thunderclap.

An adult son sitting with his stressed father | Source: Shutterstock

An adult son sitting with his stressed father | Source: Shutterstock

The reaction was immediate and visceral. My mother-in-law, Janice, paled, her actions betraying her before words could. My father-in-law was shell-shocked, the revelation tearing through decades of marriage and trust like a knife. Janice’s protests of innocence and manipulation fell on deaf ears as the magnitude of her deception became apparent.

The fallout was cataclysmic. A secret affair, buried for years, came to light, challenging the identity and relationships within Jake’s family. My father-in-law’s departure marked a poignant moment of realization for us all, as we grappled with the implications of a lie that had shaped the very foundation of their family.

A sad older woman | Source: Pexels

A sad older woman | Source: Pexels

In the aftermath, Jake and I were thrust into an emotional maelstrom. What had started as an attempt to defend our family from unjust suspicion had unraveled a tapestry of lies, revealing a betrayal that went far beyond our immediate concerns. We were left to navigate the complex terrain of trust, identity, and familial bonds, forever altered by the truths that had come to light.

As my husband and I stood amidst the wreckage of his family’s legacy, we realized that our journey was far from over. The challenges we faced, though daunting, reinforced our commitment to each other and to Jess. In the face of upheaval, we found strength in our unity, a testament to the enduring power of love and the resilience of family.

This revelation, while painful, marked the beginning of a new chapter for us. One where the definitions of family, loyalty, and love were rewritten in the context of honesty and acceptance. Amidst the chaos, our dedication to each other remained a guiding light, leading us toward healing and a deeper understanding of what it means to belong.

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.

Related Posts

Be the first to comment

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.


*