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

School lets out in a blur of chatter and squeaking sneakers. I'm walking out with my headphones in, nodding half-heartedly at people calling my name, flirting, tossing me glances, trying to get my attention. I don't care today.

Because my mind is still stuck on him.

The man who calls himself my father. The man Sky never talks about. The man who followed her, who texts me like he owns my life. Like he knows me. Like he sees through the version of me I sell to the world.

I didn't expect him to mean literally.

The crowd thins as we move toward the gates. That's when I see it.

A jet-black Mercedes-Benz AMG GT. Sleek. Silent. Menacing. Parked like it belongs to the city itself. And leaning on it—arms folded, sunglasses on, smirking like the devil—is him.

He's older now, obviously. But I'd recognize that face anywhere. The sharp jaw. The smirk that looks like it's hiding a hundred lies. The kind of man women slow down to look at twice. Students are literally turning their heads to stare, whispering things like:

"Dude, he's so hot—what if he's a new teacher?"

He doesn't even pretend to hide. He waves lazily at me like we're old friends meeting for lunch.

The sunlight catches his watch—some vintage Rolex crap that probably costs more than my school tuition—and he takes off the sunglasses with a slow, calculated grin.

The moment I get within earshot, he pushes off the car like he's been waiting years for this.

"Well, well. My favorite little criminal," he drawls. "Hookups, fake IDs, vodka on school nights. You're making me proud."

He cocks his head. "What? No 'hello, dad'? No tears? You break my heart, Maddox Junior."

My voice is low. Cold. "You don't get to call me that."

He laughs softly. "Oh, I do. Sebastian Maddox, remember? You carry the name. You carry me."

People are still staring. Phones out. Whispers growing. I swear one girl actually fans herself.

Rain leans in. "Your little world? It's about to get interesting. Because I'm back. And I'm not here to hide anymore."

"You should leave," I mutter, stepping closer. "Before she sees you."

He smirks. "Oh, she will. But not yet. No, no—we're going to build to that. A slow burn. I want her confused. Hopeful. Terrified."

"Just sentimental." He shrugs. "I left her once. I want to see if she'll break the same way when I take everything else away this time."

My fists clench. I want to hit him. But I can't—not here. Not with the cameras. Not when he's waiting for it.

Rain tosses his keys in the air and catches them lazily. "You look just like her, you know. Same eyes. Same fire. It's almost poetic that she raised the one person I'm going to use to destroy her."

Because I finally realize something.

This man isn't just obsessed. He's patient.

And worse—he knows how to hurt her.

He gets in his car, rolling down the window just enough to say, "Don't be late to the game, son."

And then he drives off, leaving tire marks and chaos in his wake.

Because if he gets to her first—I don't know what he'll do.

He Looks Like Me