Reports indicate that Tom Cruise, who separated from Katie Holmes 15 years ago, may have discovered true love once more. Elsina Khayrova, 36, and Cruise are reportedly developing a serious relationship.
After they were spotted together at a party in Mayfair, London, late last year, we broke the story of reports that Cruise was smitten with his new Russian socialite lover. The two were reportedly “inseparable” at the time.
That came when Cruise’s name was mentioned alongside recent divorcee Shakira, a pop sensation from Columbia, and later alongside co-star Hayley Atwell of Mission: Impossible. But neither rumor appeared to be very credible.
It’s time to put this rumors to bed once and for all, if the latest allegations about Cruise and Khayrova are to be believed. Insiders claim that the two are now formally dating.
“Elsina’s circle is aware that she and Tom are dating,” a source told the Daily Mail.
The insider continued, “Tom has been spending the night in Elsina’s apartment, which is a very lovely location, as you might imagine. Despite their riches, they love spending time together and engage in many of the same activities as other couples.
Nevertheless, the pair hasn’t been seen posing for pictures together, likely because they wish to keep their relationship quiet for the time being.
Khayrova, a former model with British citizenship, separated from her ex-husband, business magnate Dmitry Tsvetkov, in the previous year.
When she appeared in court in 2022 and was told to pay a large cost of £117,000 ($149,50) to a company that had placed fountains in one of her and her ex-spouse’s homes, her name made news.
According to the insider, Cruise has been staying at Khayrova’s $12 million apartment. “They’ve grown very close over the past few weeks but take a lot of care not to be photographed together because they want to maintain their privacy,” the person said.
In contrast, Cruise has been married three times: first to Mimi Rogers from 1987 to 1990 and then to Nicole Kidman from 1990 to 2001 for a total of eleven years.
The Scientologist and actor last wed Katie Holmes in 2006; they parted ways in 2012, and the actor hasn’t been together since.
The Daily Mail claims that Khayrova’s ex-husband sent a warning to Tom Cruise and anyone else who would later date his ex-partner.
“Anyone who knows her, whether it’s Tom Cruise or someone else, should know that she enjoys finer things in life and has opulent, expensive taste.” Tsvetkov advised Tom to keep his eyes and pocketbook wide open to the Mail.
“I’m glad for her and send my best wishes her way.”
My Parents Refused to Attend My Wedding Because My Fiancé Was Poor — We Met 10 Years Later and They Begged to Build a Relationship
When Emma fell in love with a humble teacher, her parents gave her an ultimatum: choose him or them. On her wedding day, their seats sat empty, but her grandpa stood by her side. At his funeral ten years later, her estranged parents begged for her forgiveness, but not for the reasons she thought.
Growing up in our pristine suburban home, my parents had a running joke about how we’d all live in a grand mansion someday.
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“One day, Emma,” my father would say, adjusting his already-perfect tie in the hallway mirror, “we’ll live in a house so big you’ll need a map to find the kitchen.”
My mother would laugh, the sound like crystal glasses clinking, adding, “And you’ll marry someone who’ll help us get there, won’t you, sweetheart?”
“A prince!” I’d reply when I was a kid. “With a big castle! And lots of horses!”
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I thought it was funny throughout my early childhood. I even used to daydream about my future castle. But by high school, I understood there was nothing funny about it at all.
My parents were relentless. Every decision they made, every friendship they had, and every activity we attended had to advance our social climbing somehow.
Mom vetted my friends based on their parents’ tax brackets! I don’t think I’ll ever forget how she sneered when I brought my classmate Bianca over to work on our science project.
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“You aren’t friends with that girl, are you?” Mom asked at dinner that evening.
I shrugged. “Bianca’s nice, and she’s one of the top students in class.”
“She’s not good enough for you,” Mom replied sternly. “Those cheap clothes and awful haircut says it all, top student or not.”
A strange feeling churned in my gut when Mom said those words. That was when I truly realized how narrow-minded my parents were.
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Dad was no better. He networked at my school events instead of watching my performances.
I still remember my leading role in “The Glass Menagerie” senior year. Father spent the entire show in the lobby discussing investment opportunities with the parents of my cast mates.
“Did you see me at all?” I asked him afterward, still in my costume.
“Of course, princess,” he replied, not looking up from his phone. “I heard the applause. Must have been wonderful.”
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Then came college and Liam.
“A teacher?” My mother had practically choked on her champagne when I told her about him. “Emma, darling, teachers are wonderful people, but they’re not exactly… well, you know.”
She glanced around our country club as if someone might overhear this shameful secret.
I knew exactly what she meant, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t care.
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Liam was different from anyone I’d ever met. While other guys tried to impress me with their parents’ vacation homes or luxury cars, he talked about becoming a teacher with such passion it made his whole face light up.
When he proposed, it wasn’t with an enormous diamond in a fancy restaurant. It was with his grandmother’s ring in the community garden where we’d had our first date.
The stone was small but caught the sunlight in a way that made it look like it held all the stars in the universe.
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“I can’t give you a mansion,” he said, his voice shaking slightly, “but I promise to give you a home filled with love.”
I said yes before he could even finish asking.
My parents’ response was arctic.
“Not that teacher!” my father had spat as though he was talking about some criminal. “How will he provide for you? For us? You’ll be throwing your future in the trash if you marry him!”
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“He already provides everything I need,” I told them. “He’s kind, he makes me laugh, and he—”
“I forbid it!” Dad interrupted. “If you go through with this, if you marry that teacher…”
“Then we’ll cut you off,” Mom finished, her voice sharp as glass. “Call him right this minute and break up with him, or we’ll disown you. We didn’t invest so much time and effort in your upbringing only for you to throw it all away.”
My jaw dropped.
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“You can’t be serious,” I whispered.
“It’s him or us,” Dad replied, his face like stone.
I’d known my parents might have a hard time accepting Liam, but this? I couldn’t believe they’d make such an impossible demand.
But the hard look on their faces made it clear their decision was final. I knew I had to make a choice, and it broke my heart.
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“I’ll send you an invitation to the wedding in case you change your minds,” I said before standing up and walking away.
The wedding was small, intimate, and perfect, except for the two empty seats in the front row. But Grandpa was there, and somehow his presence filled the whole church.
He walked me down the aisle, his steps slow but steady, and his grip on my arm was firm and reassuring.
“You picked the right kind of wealth, kid,” he whispered as he hugged me. “Love matters more than money. Always has, always will.”
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Life wasn’t easy after that. Liam’s teaching salary and the money I made from freelancing brought in just enough to make ends meet.
We lived in a tiny apartment where the heat only worked when it felt like it, and the neighbor’s music became our constant soundtrack. But our home was full of laughter, especially after Sophie was born.
She inherited her father’s gentle heart and my stubborn streak, a combination that made me proud daily.
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Grandpa was our rock through it all.
He’d show up with groceries when things were tight, though we never told him about our struggles. He’d sit for hours with Sophie, teaching her card tricks and telling her stories about his childhood.
“You know what real wealth is, sweetheart?” I overheard him telling her once. “It’s having people who love you for exactly who you are.”
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“Like how Mommy and Daddy love me?” Sophie had asked.
“Exactly like that,” he’d replied, his eyes meeting mine across the room. “That’s the kind of rich that lasts forever.”
When Grandpa passed away, it felt like losing my foundation. Standing at his funeral, holding Liam’s hand while Sophie pressed against his leg, I could barely get through the eulogy.
Then I saw them — my parents. They were older but still immaculate and approached me with tears during the reception.
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Mother’s pearls caught the light from the stained glass windows, and Father’s suit probably cost more than our monthly rent.
“Emma, darling,” my mother said, reaching for my hands. “We’ve been such fools. Please, can we try to rebuild our relationship?”
For a moment, my heart soared. Ten years of pain seemed ready to heal until Aunt Claire marched up and pulled me aside.
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“Emma, honey, don’t fall for it,” she said, her voice low and urgent as she guided me toward a quiet corner, “your parents’ apology isn’t genuine. They’re only doing it because of the condition in your Grandpa’s will.”
“What condition?”
Aunt Claire pursed her lips. “Dad spent years trying to convince your parents to reconcile with you. They always refused, so he put it in his will. The only way your mom will get her inheritance is if they apologize and make peace with you, otherwise, her share of the money will go to charity.”
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The truth hit me like a physical blow. Even now, after all these years, it is still about the money. The tears in their eyes weren’t for me, or Grandpa. They were for their bank account.
I thanked Aunt Claire for telling me the truth before going to the microphone to give another speech.
“Grandpa taught me what real wealth looks like,” I said, my voice carrying across the hushed room. “It looks like my husband spending extra hours helping struggling students without pay. It looks like my daughter sharing her lunch with a classmate who forgot theirs.”
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“Real wealth is love given freely and without conditions.” I looked directly at my parents. “Some people never learn that lesson. But I’m grateful to have had someone who showed me the difference between true richness and mere wealth.”
Later that day, I learned that Grandpa had left me a separate inheritance, no strings attached. Enough to ensure Sophie’s college education and ease our constant financial juggling act.
The lawyer also confirmed that my parents would receive nothing. Every penny of their expected inheritance would go to educational charities, supporting students who couldn’t afford college.
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I couldn’t help but smile, imagining Grandpa’s satisfied grin. He’d found a way to turn their greed into something beautiful.
That night, tucked between Liam and Sophie on our worn but comfortable couch, watching an old movie and sharing a bowl of popcorn, I felt a peace I hadn’t expected.
My parents’ betrayal still hurt, but it was a distant ache now, overshadowed by the warmth of the family I’d chosen and built.
“Mom,” Sophie asked, snuggling closer, “tell me another story about Great-Grandpa?”
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“Well, sweetie,” I said, catching Liam’s loving glance over her head, “let me tell you about the time he taught me what real wealth means…”
Looking at my daughter’s eager face and my husband’s gentle smile, I knew I’d never regret choosing love over money. After all, I was the richest person I knew.
Here’s another story:After losing my wife, my family stopped visiting me altogether, but the neighborhood children became my comfort with their frequent visits. Once I got tired of being neglected by my own family, I decided to make them see the error of their ways.
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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