The reason why Mick Jagger’s children won’t get a cent of his multimillion dollar fortune

Even though Sir Mick Jagger is one of the most well-known rock stars in the world and has amassed enormous money, he has recently seemed to imply that he will not be transferring his enormous wealth to his offspring.

Since the Rolling Stones’ 1962 London formation, the 80-year-old leader has been a part of the music industry.

The group has since put out 122 singles, 31 studio albums, and 77 music videos. After all of this, the group has sold more than 200 million records worldwide and has been named by Billboard as the second-greatest musician of all time (after The Beatles).

They’ve been together for an incredible 61 years, making them one of the longest-running musical ensembles ever!

Thus, it should come as no surprise that the band members have made a lot of money. Jagger too.

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But as he recently stated in an interview with the Wall Street Journal, that doesn’t imply his kids will automatically become wealthy.

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The father-of-eight informed the publication that, contrary to recent trends among well-known musicians, he currently has no plans to sell the band’s post-1971 catalog. This procedure essentially involves a musician selling the copyright to song recordings, or both, depending on the terms of the agreement.

Performers that have sold the rights to their music, such as Bob Dylan and Katy Perry, have made multimillion dollar deals. Bob Dylan made a whopping $300 million by selling Universal Music his whole discography, and it has been alleged that Dolly Parton wants to follow suit.

In an interview with the Wall Street Journal, Jagger stated that he would not be giving his children any money from The Rolling Stones’ music catalog sale. “The kids can live comfortably without $500 million. Come on, he urged.

However, if a deal is struck, Jagger would rather see the funds donated to a worthy cause. You might make a difference in the world, he said.

The singer of “You Can’t Always Get What You Want” is married to five different women and has eight children total, ages six to fifty-two. Born in 1970 to Jagger and his then-partner Marsha Hunt, the oldest is 52-year-old Karis.

During Jagger’s relationship with Bianca Jagger, to whom he was married from 1971 until 1978, another daughter, 51-year-old Jade, was born.

Actress Jerry Hall, who dated Jagger from 1977 to 1999, was the girlfriend of the musician. Together, the two had four children: Elizabeth, 39, and Georgia May, 31, as well as James, 38, and Gabriel, 25.

Lucas, 24, is Jagger’s eighth child and was born during his relationship with model Luciana Gimenez Morad. Then, in 2016, Jagger’s current partner Melanie Hamrick, a former ballerina and choreographer, gave birth to Deveraux, his youngest child, who is six years old.

Oh my god. That’s a sizable family, so there are plenty of individuals to divide an enormous fortune among!

My Bride Handed Me a Note Asking Me to ‘Say No at the Altar’ — It Sounded Crazy, but I Trusted Her Plan

Before we stood at the altar, my bride had instructed me to say no. She asked me to trust her, and I did. What happened next was something no one saw coming. Not even me.

They say you should expect surprises on your wedding day. Mine came in five words that nearly stopped my heart.

Say no at the altar.

Before I tell you what happened next, let me start from the beginning.

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A man looking outside a window | Source: Midjourney

“Don’t you feel like the luckiest guy in the world?” Emily asked as we sat surrounded by wedding brochures, color swatches, and venue pamphlets on our living room floor.

“Oh, yeah. I do!” I chuckled, picking up a photo of an elegant outdoor venue with string lights hanging from oak trees.

Emily nudged my shoulder playfully. “Save those exact words for the ceremony, Adam.”

I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.

“This one looks perfect,” I said, tapping the outdoor venue photo. “I can picture you walking down that aisle already.”

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A close-up shot of a bride’s dress | Source: Pexels

Emily leaned her head against my chest.

“Me too,” she said. “Though I’d marry you anywhere. Even the courthouse.”

“I know you would,” I said. “But you deserve the wedding you’ve been dreaming about.”

And she had been dreaming about it practically her whole life.

I met Emily three years ago at work. She was the new account manager, and I was immediately drawn to her warmth.

While other executives charged into meetings focused solely on metrics and deadlines, Emily always arrived early to ask how people were doing, remembering details about their lives that most would forget.

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People in a meeting | Source: Pexels

When Ben from accounting was going through a divorce, Emily quietly organized meal deliveries to his house for two weeks. When Maria’s son was in the hospital, Emily covered three of her presentations without being asked.

She didn’t do these things for recognition. Most of the time, people didn’t even know about it.

That kindness is what made me fall in love with her. In a world where people are quick to look out for themselves, Emily looked out for everyone else.

We got engaged after dating for a few months, and I couldn’t have asked for a better partner.

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An engaged couple holding hands | Source: Pexels

Emily was super excited to plan our wedding.

Every time we went over details, she’d pull out an old, worn photo album from her childhood, flipping through pages of magazine cutouts, princess gowns, and carefully scribbled “future wedding ideas” in a child’s handwriting.

“I’ve dreamed about this day since I was little,” she’d say. “And I’m so happy it’s with you.”

Planning our wedding together made me more certain than ever that deciding to marry Emily was the best decision of my life.

The only cloud in our otherwise perfect planning process was Emily’s stepmother, Margaret.

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A woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

At our engagement dinner, she’d examined Emily’s ring with narrowed eyes and asked if the diamond was “real or one of those lab-grown ones.”

When Emily showed her the venue options, Margaret sighed loudly and muttered something about “wasting money on frivolous things.”

Emily never complained about Margaret’s behavior, but I noticed how her shoulders tensed whenever her stepmother entered the room.

Still, she insisted on including Margaret in the wedding preparations, saying, “She’s been my dad’s wife for fifteen years. It’s important to him.”

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A wedding planner | Source: Pexels

The big day arrived faster than I could have imagined.

Standing in a side room of the venue, adjusting my boutonnière for the tenth time, I felt nothing but excitement. In less than an hour, Emily would be my wife.

But then everything changed.

We had just sat down at the reception table, hands entwined, when she slipped a small folded piece of paper into my palm.

It had five simple words that made my heart skip a beat.

Say no at the altar.

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A man reading a note | Source: Midjourney

I turned to her, confused, and whispered, “What?”

“Just trust me,” she whispered back, squeezing my hand. “Do it.”

I wanted to argue. To demand answers. But something in her eyes made me pause. Emily wasn’t scared. She wasn’t panicked. She had a plan.

And I trusted her.

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A man looking down | Source: Midjourney

The moment arrived.

We stood before the officiant as he asked me, “Do you take Emily to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

I hesitated just long enough for a ripple of confusion to move through the guests. Emily’s eyes locked with mine, giving me an almost imperceptible nod. My mouth went dry as I answered.

“No,” I said.

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A man standing at the altar | Source: Midjourney

I closed my eyes, hoping I didn’t make a mistake by trusting Emily. What was going on in her mind? Why did she ask me to say no?

Suddenly, a laugh interrupted my thoughts.

It came from the far side of the room, and it wasn’t just any laugh. It was cold. Sharp. Cruel.

I turned toward the source, and there she was.

Margaret. Emily’s stepmother.

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A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

She clapped slowly as a smug, victorious grin stretched across her face.

“Well, well, well,” she purred. “I told you. I told you all.”

The stunned silence that followed was deafening. I glanced at Emily, whose face remained surprisingly calm. She gave my hand another reassuring squeeze, which somehow steadied my racing heart. Whatever was happening, she had anticipated it.

Margaret let out a dramatic sigh and turned to Emily’s father, shaking her head.

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A man attending his daughter’s wedding | Source: Midjourney

“We paid so much for this wedding,” she scoffed. “I told you it was a stupid idea. A complete waste of money. But no, you had to go along with her little fantasy.” She gestured wildly at the decorated venue. “And for what? To watch her get humiliated? I could have told you this would happen!”

Emily’s father just stared at her. The disgust and disappointment in his eyes were unmistakable.

Then, Margaret turned back to Emily.

“You really thought he’d marry you?” she sneered. “I told you, sweetie. No one wants you.”

Something inside me snapped. I took a step forward, ready to defend Emily, but she placed a gentle hand on my arm.

Her eyes told me to wait.

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A close-up shot of a woman’s eyes | Source: Midjourney

Meanwhile, Emily’s father stood frozen. He couldn’t believe Margaret could say something like that.

“Thank you, Margaret,” Emily said confidently.

“For what?” Margaret asked.

“For showing your true colors.”

Margaret stared at Emily with wide eyes.

That’s when I understood what Emily’s plan was about. At that point, I felt so proud of her. So proud that my brave Emily hadn’t just planned a wedding. She’d planned something much bigger than that.

I watched as she stepped forward.

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A man looking at his bride | Source: Midjourney

“Since we’re all sharing our thoughts today,” she began, her eyes locked onto her father’s, “let me finally tell you the truth about Margaret.”

A hush fell over the room.

Emily turned slightly, addressing everyone, but her words were meant for her father most of all.

“You’ve always believed she was just ‘strict’ with me, that she was trying to ‘teach me responsibility.’ But what she really did was tear me down at every chance she got.”

Margaret rolled her eyes, but Emily’s voice only grew stronger.

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An angry woman | Source: Midjourney

“I was never ‘good enough.’ Never ‘grateful enough.’ Never ‘pretty enough.’ She made sure I felt small and unwanted… like a burden you were forced to take care of after Mom died.”

I watched Emily’s father’s face transform as each word hit him.

How had he never seen this?

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A man looking down | Source: Midjourney

I thought of all the times Emily had downplayed Margaret’s behavior, saying it “wasn’t worth causing family drama.”

Emily turned back to her father, and this time, there was pain in her voice.

“I told you, Dad. I told you how she treated me when you weren’t around. How she called me pathetic, how she laughed at my dreams, and how she told me no one would ever truly love me. And every time I tried to make you see it, she’d twist it and make me look dramatic.”

Emily’s fingers curled into fists at her sides.

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A bride’s fist clenched at her side | Source: Midjourney

“So, when she told me you were wasting your money on this wedding and that Adam would leave me at the altar, I knew exactly what she was hoping for. She wanted to humiliate me. To finally prove to you that I was as much of a failure as she always said I was.”

She let out a slow breath and lifted her chin.

“So, I gave her exactly what she wanted. I gave her a moment where she thought she had won.”

A ripple of realization spread through the guests.

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Wedding guests | Source: Midjourney

“I knew that if Adam said no, she wouldn’t be able to hide her reaction. She wouldn’t be able to resist rubbing it in my face.”

Emily’s gaze didn’t waver as she looked back at her father.

“You never believed me before. But you believe me now, don’t you?”

Her father nodded.

He stood with his shoulders slumped, as if he was carrying the weight of everything he’d done. He’d dismissed his daughter’s pain for years and chose peace over the truth.

Now, he’d finally realized how wrong he was.

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An upset man looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

Margaret scoffed, still trying to salvage her dignity. “Oh, please. He wasn’t going to marry you. I just called it before it happened.”

Emily’s smile widened.

“That’s where you’re wrong.” She turned to me. “Because he is going to marry me.”

I grinned. “Damn right, I am.”

I stepped forward and took Emily’s hands in mine, overwhelmed with love for this woman who had endured so much and still remained kind.

A groom holding the bride's hands | Source: Midjourney

A groom holding the bride’s hands | Source: Midjourney

Margaret wasn’t expecting this.

“You—” she started, but Emily’s father suddenly stepped forward.

“We’re done, Margaret,” he announced.

“What?”

“You humiliated my daughter at her own wedding,” he said as his voice shook with anger. “I should have seen it earlier.”

Margaret spluttered, grasping for control, but it was already over.

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A woman at her stepdaughter’s wedding | Source: Midjourney

Two of my groomsmen, who worked as security guards in their day jobs, stepped forward without being asked. They gently but firmly escorted Margaret out as she shouted insults.

As the doors closed behind her, the tension in the room dissolved. Emily’s father approached us with tears in his eyes.

“Emily,” he whispered, “I’m so sorry.”

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A man apologizing to his daughter | Source: Midjourney

She hugged him tightly. “I know, Dad. I know. It’s okay. You don’t need to apologize.”

After a moment, Emily exhaled and turned back to me.

“So… where were we?”

I grinned, dropped to one knee, and said, “Will you marry me?”

The crowd, now understanding what had happened, erupted in cheers and applause.

And this time, when the officiant asked if I took Emily to be my wife, I shouted yes.

That’s how I finally married the kindest woman I’ve ever known. My wife, my love, Emily.

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A couple holding hands | Source: Pexels

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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