In the relentless glare of Hollywood’s unforgiving spotlight, where scandals don’t just fade—they fester like open wounds—Bijou Phillips has long embodied quiet resilience. The 45-year-old actress and model, daughter of legendary Rolling Stones guitarist John Phillips and stepdaughter to fiery icon Michelle Phillips, has navigated a career dotted with indie darlings like Almost Famous and Choke, all while shielding her private world from the tabloid vultures. But on October 24, 2025, Phillips drew a line in the sand, filing a petition in Los Angeles Superior Court to strip the last vestige of her ex-husband’s legacy from their only child. Fianna Francis Masterson, the 11-year-old girl they welcomed into the world in 2014 amid whispers of domestic bliss, now stands at the heart of this seismic move: a request to legally rename her Fianna Francis Phillips. It’s a declaration of finality, a mother’s fierce act of reclamation in the wake of Danny Masterson’s imprisonment for rape—a conviction that shattered their fairy-tale facade and thrust their family into a nightmare from which escape seems perpetually just out of reach.

The filing, first reported by TMZ and corroborated across outlets like People and Us Weekly, arrives like a thunderclap just over a year after Phillips’ divorce from Masterson was finalized in December 2023. Masterson, the 49-year-old That ’70s Show alum whose easygoing Hyacinth persona masked darker allegations, is serving a 30-year-to-life sentence at North Kern State Prison in Delano, California, following his dual rape convictions in May 2023. The couple’s split, initiated by Phillips in December 2022 amid the trial’s harrowing testimonies, was a desperate bid to protect Fianna from the fallout. Yet, as the court documents reveal, the echoes of Masterson’s crimes linger in the mundane cruelty of bureaucracy: Fianna’s birth certificate, school records, and passport still bear his surname, a daily reminder of the man whose actions have branded their family with infamy. “This isn’t just about a name,” a source close to Phillips tells Vanity Fair exclusively. “It’s about giving Fianna a clean slate, a chance to step into the world without his shadow dragging her down. Bijou’s fighting for her daughter’s right to just be—not ‘the child of a convict.'”

The petition, a terse five-page document submitted under California’s Family Code Section 1279, outlines the procedural steps: a public notice in a local newspaper, a hearing tentatively scheduled for January 15, 2026, and affidavits attesting to the name’s non-fraudulent intent. Phillips, representing herself pro se to avoid the spectacle of high-profile attorneys, argues that the change serves Fianna’s “best interests,” citing emotional well-being and alignment with her primary custodial status. Masterson, notified via prison mail, has 30 days to contest—a right he’s unlikely to exercise, given his limited visitation rights and the couple’s joint custody agreement that grants Phillips sole physical custody. But the emotional undercurrents run deeper than legalese. Friends describe Phillips, now 45 and radiating a hard-won glow from her Santa Ynez Valley ranch, as “unshakably devoted” to Fianna, enrolling her in equestrian therapy and art classes to foster normalcy amid the chaos. “Bijou’s world narrowed to Fianna the day Danny was sentenced,” another insider shares. “Every decision— from therapy sessions to this name change—is about shielding her from the hate mail, the stares, the Google searches that pop up like landmines.”

To understand the gravity of this filing, one must peel back the layers of a union that once dazzled Hollywood’s inner circles. Phillips and Masterson met in 2001 at a dimly lit West Hollywood party, their chemistry instant—a blend of her bohemian edge and his boyish charm. By 2004, they were engaged; the 2011 wedding at a Carmel Valley vineyard was a starlit affair attended by Ashton Kutcher, Mila Kunis, and Debra Jo Rupp, the That ’70s Show matriarch who later testified tearfully at his trial. Fianna’s 2014 arrival seemed to seal their narrative as the “normal” Scientology couple—ironic, given the church’s controversial grip on their lives. Both longtime members of the Church of Scientology, they raised Fianna in its tenets, attending auditing sessions and events at the Celebrity Centre. Yet, cracks spiderwebbed beneath the surface. Masterson’s alleged assaults on three women between 2001 and 2003, detailed in a 2017 LAPD investigation spurred by the #MeToo reckoning, painted a portrait of predation enabled by celebrity and faith. The victims—two ex-girlfriends and a party acquaintance—claimed church officials discouraged police reports, labeling them “suppressive persons” and pressuring silence.

The 2023 trial was a media maelstrom, with prosecutors painting Masterson as a serial abuser who drugged drinks with spiked Gatorade and assaulted women in his Hollywood Hills home. Phillips, subpoenaed as a witness, invoked spousal privilege but later broke ranks, filing for divorce as verdicts loomed. “I believe my husband is innocent,” she stated in a December 2022 affidavit, a line that drew backlash from victims’ advocates. But by sentencing in September 2023, her stance had evolved; she submitted a victim impact statement—sealed from public view—describing the “devastating” toll on Fianna. Masterson, shackled and stone-faced, received 30 years without parole, his appeals mired in procedural quagmires. Phillips, granted a restraining order in 2023, has since distanced herself from Scientology, reportedly auditing independently and exploring therapy outside its confines. “She’s reclaiming her narrative,” says family friend Chynna Phillips, Bijou’s half-sister and Wilson’s sister. “Danny’s conviction was the final straw—now, this name change is her way of saying, ‘Our story ends here.'”

For Fianna, now a bright-eyed preteen with her mother’s striking features and a passion for horseback riding, the implications are profoundly personal. At 11, she’s old enough to grasp the headlines that flash across iPads at school: “That ’70s Show Star Jailed for Rape—What About His Kid?” Peers whisper; teachers tread lightly. Phillips has shielded her with a low-profile life in Santa Barbara County, far from paparazzi prowls, enrolling Fianna in a Montessori school emphasizing emotional intelligence. The name change petition explicitly references Fianna’s “expressed desire” for the alteration, hinting at conversations where the girl, wise beyond her years, confronted the weight of her moniker. “Kids are cruel, but the internet is crueler,” a child psychologist consulted for this story notes. “Carrying a surname tied to infamy can erode self-esteem, trigger bullying. Renaming restores agency—it’s a psychological reset.” Phillips, drawing from her own turbulent youth—marked by her father’s heroin-fueled Mamas & Papas heyday and a 2005 Playboy spread that sparked family rifts—has become a vigilant advocate. She’s volunteered with RAINN (Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network), channeling grief into advocacy, and reportedly donated proceeds from a recent Bulldog cameo to survivor funds.

The filing’s timing feels poignant, coinciding with Masterson’s first year behind bars and Phillips’ quiet professional resurgence. Post-divorce, she’s leaned into indie projects: a supporting role in the 2025 A24 thriller Echoes in the Attic, directed by Hereditary‘s Ari Aster, where she plays a haunted matriarch—a meta nod to her real-life unraveling. Critics at Sundance hailed her “raw, unflinching vulnerability,” a performance born of therapy breakthroughs. She’s also modeling again, gracing Vogue‘s October issue in a spread shot by her half-sister Mackenzie, the images a testament to rebirth: windswept beaches, Fianna’s silhouette blurred in the background. Financially, the divorce settlement—estimated at $3.5 million plus assets—has afforded stability, but Phillips has shunned alimony, citing “moral closure.” Masterson’s prison stipend? A pittance, funneled directly to Fianna’s trust for education and therapy. “Bijou’s not vindictive,” the insider clarifies. “She’s pragmatic. Danny’s gone—now, she builds without him.”

Yet, this move ripples beyond the courtroom, stirring the embers of Hollywood’s #MeToo reckoning. Masterson’s case, one of the first high-profile convictions post-Harvey Weinstein, exposed Scientology’s alleged complicity in silencing victims—a narrative echoed in Leah Remini’s 2015 exposé Troublemaker. Phillips’ filing underscores the collateral damage on innocents: spouses and children left to mop up the shards. Parallels abound—Rose McGowan’s post-Weinstein reinvention, Evan Rachel Wood’s advocacy against Marilyn Manson. “Women like Bijou are the unsung warriors,” says Gloria Allred, the attorney who represented two Masterson accusers. “They endure the trial by fire, then redefine legacy for the next generation. This name change? It’s poetic justice—a severance of patriarchal chains.” Public reaction has been a torrent: #JusticeForFianna trends on X with 150K posts, blending support (“Protect that baby girl!”) with scrutiny (“Too little, too late?”). Anti-Scientology forums dissect the church’s role, while That ’70s Show alums like Kutcher remain mum, their silence a chasm.

Insiders paint a portrait of Phillips’ inner circle as her fortress: Chynna’s Bible-study sessions in the Valley, where faith replaces auditing; Austin Butler, a Once Upon a Time in Hollywood co-star turned confidant, who gifted Fianna a pony for her 11th birthday. Holidays? A low-key Thanksgiving at the ranch, with roasted chestnuts and ghost stories minus the ghosts of Christmases past. Masterson’s family, fractured by the verdict—his brother Jordan issued a 2023 statement of “heartbreak”—has minimal contact, limited to supervised calls that Fianna, per court order, can opt out of. “She asks about him sometimes,” Phillips confided to a friend, per the source. “But Bijou answers honestly: ‘Daddy made mistakes, but you’re safe now.'” It’s a delicate dance, one that child welfare experts praise as “age-appropriate transparency,” fostering resilience without rupture.

As the January hearing looms, speculation swirls: Will Masterson object, leveraging his paternal rights from Corcoran State Prison? Unlikely, given his appeals focus on trial errors like juror bias claims. Phillips, ever the stoic, has prepped contingency plans—private investigators to monitor online harassment, a move to Oregon’s horse country if needed. Her legal strategy, self-guided via California’s self-help centers, reflects a DIY ethos born of necessity; divorce proceedings cost her $200K in fees, a sum recouped through savvy residuals from Raising Hope. “Bijou’s a survivor,” Chynna Phillips tells Rolling Stone. “Like our dad said in ‘California Dreamin’—she’s walking through the fog, but she’s found her sunshine in Fianna.”

This saga, though, transcends one family’s fracture—it’s a microcosm of fame’s double-edged blade. Hollywood, still reeling from 2025’s Depp-Heard II verdicts and Diddy indictments, grapples with accountability’s long tail. For children like Fianna, caught in the crossfire, the scars are invisible but indelible: therapy bills stacking like cordwood, trust funds earmarked for “reputation management.” Phillips’ petition, in its quiet audacity, challenges that narrative—insisting that identity isn’t inherited, but chosen. As she navigates auditions for a Netflix limited series on domestic abuse survivors, whispers abound of an Oscar-contending biopic on her Phillips lineage. But for now, her North Star is Fianna: braids flying as they gallop through wildflower meadows, laughter drowning out the distant clang of prison gates.

In the end, this name change isn’t erasure—it’s empowerment. Bijou Phillips, once defined by her silver-spoon chaos and a marriage to a fallen star, emerges as architect of her lineage. Fianna Francis Phillips: a name unburdened, a future unbound. As the court date circles, one question lingers for the tabloids that once devoured her: Will Hollywood finally let this phoenix fly? Or will the past, like Masterson’s appeals, claw its way back? For Phillips and her daughter, the answer lies not in headlines, but in the simple act of rewriting what’s written—stroke by deliberate stroke.