Personal Life
Cowell became engaged to make up artist Mezhgan Hussainy in February 2010, however the couple separated in 2012. They met on the set of American Idol. Cowell is the godfather of pop singer Sinitta's adopted children.
Upon his appearance on Top Gear, it was revealed that Cowell pays more than £21.7m per year in income tax, suggesting that his taxable income is over £54.25m per year with income tax at the time approximately 40%. (NB: UK Income Tax 40% for earnings over £34,600). Cowell was estimated to have a fortune of £200 million in the Sunday Times Rich List of 2011, making him the sixth richest person in the British music industry. Cowell splits his time between homes in London and Los Angeles. He owns a £9million home in Holland Park, West London, and has a £13.7million ($22 m), 11,550 sq ft (1,073 m2) home in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles.
In April 2012 he said that he had an affair with fellow The X Factor judge Dannii Minogue during her time on the show.
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