The adored Australian musician Keith Urban has won over admirers all around the world. But what really enthralled us all was his enchanted romance with actress Nicole Kidman. These two lovebirds met in a story out of a fairytale, despite all the odds.
It all started in 2005 when they met at a star-studded celebration of Australian accomplishments called “G-Day LA.” Many people were unaware at the time that Kidman was secretly engaged to someone else. But destiny had other ideas for her. After that accidental encounter, Kidman and Urban became engaged in three months.
Kidman reflected on their brief romance, saying, “There was a great attraction at first, and after three months, we got engaged, and then we got married really quickly.” However, we weren’t actually acquainted. They were able to fully explore the depths of their connection through marriage.
Kidman continued, “I think that meeting at a certain age makes a difference.” “And I believe in my instincts. I had the impression that I had found my home the moment I laid eyes on him. And he experienced the same emotion.
Raising two beautiful girls, they have created a beautiful life together. However, there have been difficulties along the way. Robert, Keith Urban’s father, had a big influence on the guy he turned out to be. Sadly, Robert’s fight against prostate cancer was lost.
In 2018, Keith Urban went to the Toowoomba It’s A Bloke Thing luncheon to commemorate his father’s memory and to spread awareness about prostate cancer. He made it apparent that his devotion to this cause was steadfast, even in the face of worries from his admirers regarding his wellbeing.
Keith Urban was personally impacted by prostate cancer, as his uncles and other family members were also impacted by the illness. It is simply amazing how committed he is to raising awareness and helping people who are affected.
Urban graciously consented to perform for free during the benefit, which helped raise an unprecedented $2,024,000. This deed of kindness demonstrates his genuine nature as a talented musician, a kind partner, a committed parent, and a person with a golden heart.
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My Brother’s Fiancée Demanded Our Family’s Inheritance for Her Kids — I Said Yes, Then Asked One Question That Shut Her Down
They say money shows people’s true colors. When my brother’s fiancée demanded our family inheritance for her kids, I played along just long enough to ask one simple question. The silence that followed said everything we needed to know.
Growing up, Noah and I were inseparable despite our six-year age gap. He was my protector, my confidant, and the person who taught me how to ride a bike and stand up to bullies.
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Even as adults, we made time for weekly coffee dates and never missed celebrating each other’s birthdays. Our bond was unbreakable… until Vanessa entered the picture.
When Noah first introduced Vanessa to our family two years ago, I tried to be happy for him. She was attractive, articulate, and seemed to make my brother smile in a way I hadn’t seen before.
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Her two children from a previous relationship, a sweet six-year-old girl and her energetic eight-year-old brother, were well-behaved during that first visit. Mom and Dad welcomed them warmly, making sure there were kid-friendly snacks and activities.
“Amelia, I really like her,” Noah confessed to me after that initial meeting. “I think she might be the one.”
I hugged him and said all the right things, but something felt off. I couldn’t pinpoint it exactly. It was just the small moments that made me pause.
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For instance, the way Vanessa smiled was strange when our parents talked about family traditions. The way she looked at our mom’s antique jewelry collection sent a shiver down my spine.
Moreover, she even casually asked about our grandparents’ lake house during the very first dinner.
“She just needs time to adjust,” Noah would say whenever I gently pointed out these moments. Maybe he was right. Maybe I was being overprotective.
Months passed, and Noah proposed.
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Everyone played their part well.
Mom helped with wedding plans, Dad talked about booking the country club for the reception, and I agreed to be Vanessa’s bridesmaid. We maintained polite conversation during family gatherings, but there remained an invisible wall between Vanessa and the rest of us. No hostility, just… distance.
“What do you think about Vanessa’s kids?” my mom asked me privately one day, folding laundry in the bedroom I’d grown up in.
“They’re good kids,” I replied honestly. “Why?”
Mom hesitated. “Noah mentioned they’ve been calling him ‘Daddy’ already. He seemed uncomfortable about it.”
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I raised my eyebrows. “Did Vanessa encourage that?”
“He didn’t say,” Mom sighed. “I just hope he knows what he’s getting into.”
The wedding planning continued despite the subtle undercurrent of tension. Noah seemed happy most of the time, though I occasionally caught glimpses of hesitation in his eyes, especially when Vanessa would make casual comments about “joining the family fortune” or how her kids would “finally have the stability they deserve.”
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Easter Sunday arrived, and Mom invited everyone for dinner. Vanessa came alone because her kids were with their biological father for the holiday weekend.
At first, everything was pleasant. Dad carved the ham, Mom served her famous scalloped potatoes, and Vanessa complimented everything with perfect politeness.
I should have known the peace wouldn’t last. As Mom brought out her homemade apple pie for dessert, I noticed Vanessa straightening in her chair, her eyes narrowing with determination.
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She placed her napkin on the table with deliberate precision, and I felt a chill run down my spine.
Then, she cleared her throat loudly enough to silence the table. All eyes were on her when she folded her hands in front of her and said something unexpected.
“So, before the wedding, we need to settle something,” she announced. “It’s about the prenup.”
My fork froze midway to my mouth.
Noah’s face dropped instantly. He had clearly hoped she wouldn’t bring this up again, especially not here, not now.
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“Vanessa,” he whispered, “we agreed to discuss this privately.”
She ignored him and continued.
“I think it’s completely disrespectful that Noah would even suggest a prenup. And what’s worse is that the entire family supports the idea of excluding my kids from his inheritance.” Her eyes narrowed as she glanced around the table. “Do you seriously expect them to just get nothing? That’s disgusting.”
My dad stayed quiet, pushing food around his plate.
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My mom looked uncomfortable, her eyes darting between Noah and Vanessa. The tension in the room was suffocating.
I took a deep breath and spoke carefully. “Vanessa, your kids aren’t Noah’s biological children. That doesn’t mean we dislike them, but they’re not part of our bloodline inheritance.”
She scoffed and rolled her eyes as if I’d said the most ridiculous thing imaginable.
“Are you joking? They’re going to be his kids! That means they’re family.” She pointed her finger across the table at me. “You people are acting like I’m just some gold digger showing up with strays. They’re his children too now, whether you like it or not.”
Mom flinched at her words.
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At that point, I felt anger rising in my chest, but I tried to keep my cool.
“You’re marrying into our family. That makes you our in-law,” I explained patiently. “But inheritance stays with direct descendants. Your kids will be loved, but they’re not heirs.”
Vanessa’s face flushed red. She leaned back, folded her arms across her chest, and said with ice in her voice, “So what, they’re supposed to sit and watch your kids get everything while they get crumbs? That’s not a family. That’s cruelty.”
Noah reached for her hand. “Honey, we’ve talked about this. I’m planning to set up college funds for the kids. They’ll be taken care of.”
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“College funds?” She yanked her hand away. “While his blood relatives get houses and investments and everything else? That’s not equal treatment.”
My mother finally spoke up, her voice gentle but firm. “Vanessa, dear, we don’t mean to upset you. Family traditions around inheritance are complicated.”
“There’s nothing complicated about it,” Vanessa snapped. “Either you accept my children as full members of this family, with all the privileges that entail, or you don’t. Which is it?”
Dad coughed uncomfortably. “Perhaps this isn’t the best time—”
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“It’s the perfect time,” Vanessa interrupted. “I’m not signing any prenup that treats my children like second-class family members. Period.”
Noah looked miserable, trapped between loyalty to his fiancée and respect for our family traditions. At that point, I realized my brother, the one who had always protected me, now needed someone to protect him.
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So, I made a split-second decision.
I looked directly at Vanessa and set down my napkin.
“Okay,” I said. “Then let’s make it fair.”
The sudden agreement seemed to catch Vanessa off guard. She raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out why I’d suddenly agreed.
“We’ll consider including your children in the inheritance… if you can answer just one question.”
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She smirked like she’d already won, relaxing back into her chair. “Fine. What is it?”
I took a sip of water, making her wait just long enough to feel uncomfortable. Then I asked, “Will your parents, or your ex’s parents, include my future children, or Noah’s biological children, in their inheritance?”
“Excuse me?” she said.
“Just answer. Will your family leave something to our kids?”
“Well… no. Of course not. That’s not how it works.”
“Exactly. That’s not how it works.”
The table fell silent. Mom and Dad exchanged glances. Noah stared down at his plate, but I could see relief washing over him.
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Vanessa flared up instantly. “That’s completely different! Don’t compare that to this. My kids deserve a place in this family!”
“And yet you just said our kids don’t deserve a place in yours,” I replied.
“That’s… that’s not the same thing at all,” she sputtered.
“How is it different?” I asked. “Family is family, right? Isn’t that what you’re arguing?”
She stood up from the table so abruptly that her chair screeched against the floor.
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She hissed, “Don’t you dare twist my words. My children shouldn’t be treated like second-class. If you people had any decency, this wouldn’t even be a discussion. I’m marrying your brother. That makes everything that is his mine too. And that includes a future in this family.”
“Vanessa, you’re marrying our brother. Not our inheritance,” I said. “Your children are yours to care for and provide for. You don’t get to demand access to things that were never yours to begin with. That’s not love. That’s entitlement.”
At that point, Noah cleared his throat awkwardly. “Maybe we should talk about something else—”
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“No,” Vanessa cut him off. “I want to hear what else your sister has to say about my children.”
“I have nothing against your children,” I said softly. “But this conversation isn’t really about them, is it? It’s about what you want.”
Mom stood up and began collecting plates. “Who wants coffee?”
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But the damage was done.
Vanessa muttered under her breath as she sat back down, calling us greedy, selfish, and saying she was “embarrassed to marry into such a cold family.”
Meanwhile, Dad excused himself to help Mom in the kitchen. Once it was only me, Noah, and Vanessa at the table, I said my final words to her.
“Vanessa, we’ve made our boundaries clear. Bring this up again, and the wedding won’t be the only thing we’ll reconsider.”
She didn’t say a word after that.
Three weeks have passed since Easter.
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Noah called me yesterday to say the wedding date has been pushed back. He mentioned “re-evaluating priorities” and thanked me for standing up for him.
And since that night, not a single word about inheritance has been mentioned again. But I catch Vanessa watching me differently now. She’s cautious around me because she knows I won’t tolerate her unjustified demands anymore.
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