SIDDHII

Title: The Maddox Misconception
—a rich, messy, slow-burn drama soaked in secrets, obsession, and the kind of love that ruins and redeems.



Sky Maddox is thirty-two, filthy rich, drop-dead gorgeous—and a single mom to the most unattainable boy in school. Everyone assumes she’s Sebastian’s sister, his sugar mama, or his way-too-young stepmom. But the truth? She’s his mother. The kind who still asks if he’s eaten, sends him “I love you” texts mid-class, and believes her baby boy is the sweetest soul on earth.

But Sebastian Maddox—eighteen, six-foot-two, emotionally unavailable and devastatingly hot—is living a secret double life. He smokes. He rides a bike. He clubs. He hooks up with a new girl every weekend. And behind Sky’s back, he's becoming the one person she never recovered from:

Rain Chen.

The man who left her the moment she got pregnant. The man who taught Sebastian everything he shouldn’t be. The man who just walked back into their lives like a storm, aged like sin and dangerous as ever.

And Rain? He doesn’t want redemption. He wants Sky. He wants control. He wants to shatter the bond between mother and son just to prove that he still can. Because nothing infuriates him more than seeing Sky love Sebastian the way she once loved him.

As secrets spill, old wounds reopen, and love is twisted into rivalry, Sky must confront a brutal truth:

The boy she raised may be the shadow of the man who broke her.

And the biggest misconception of all?
That the Maddox family isn’t already falling apart.

The Maddox Misconception

Rain Chen's Point of View (Flashback — Years Ago)

New York, Hawthorne High School — Winter

Sixteen, and she still thought everyone had good in them.

Sky Maddox walked those hallways like she had no clue what she did to people.

Kind. Soft-spoken. Always smiling. Always helping.

She brought snacks for the janitors on Fridays.

She waited after class to help teachers organize their notes.

She asked kids who sat alone if they wanted to join her table.

She wasn't loud. Wasn't fake. Wasn't trying to be liked.

And that's what made everyone love her.

Even the bratty juniors who usually didn't care about anything looked up when she walked by.

Not like the rest of them. Not in awe.

More like she was glass—and I was dying to see how fast I could crack her.

What song she always hummed when she walked alone.

Which guard she greeted with a "Happy Wednesday, Mr. Lewis!" every week.

I "accidentally" bumped into her in the hallway one day, let my books fall. She gasped, helped me pick them up. She even apologized.

"Thank you," I mumbled, all shy eyes and awkward silences. "You're really nice."

After that, I started planting little things.

Waited until she was upset and suddenly—there I was. Ready to listen. Always gentle. Always understanding. The perfect listener. The quiet guy who "got her."

She told me about her dad. Her dreams. Her fears.

That she always felt like she had to be perfect.

If she laughed too much with someone else, I'd go silent.

If she wore something pretty, I'd say, "You don't need to try so hard. I like you better natural."

Watch her second-guess her lipstick the next day.

And every time she pulled away—even slightly—I'd snap.

"I'm sorry, I just get scared of losing you."

Because she wanted to believe I was too.

That's the thing about girls like her.

They don't realize that some people fall in love not because of how much light you have…

And I wanted to burn her pretty little soul until it only glowed for me.

Years later, after everything I did—after she finally left—

Still crave the way she'd tilt her head when she was confused, the way she looked when she cried and said, "Rain, I don't like who I'm becoming around you."

She'd be the one I'd never get over.

But she still smiles like she used to.

Even if I have to burn the world around her to do it.

Pretty Little Pet