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

I wish I was. God, I wish I could scream or throw something or shove those awful pictures in his face and demand answers. I wish I had the energy to yell at him the way a good mother probably would.

I carried him in my body. I raised him with stories and kisses and lullabies and pasta nights and midnight fevers and band-aids with little blue dinosaurs. I picked him up every time he scraped his knees and told him he was magic, even when he didn't believe it.

And now he's grown, tall, and handsome, and reckless in all the ways boys get when they think they're invincible. He smells like smoke sometimes. And danger. And a world I tried so hard to keep him away from.

The kind of sadness that starts in your bones and sinks down to the parts of you that once knew how to be strong. The kind of sadness that doesn't let you sleep, even when your head is pounding and your body is burning with fever.

I sit at the kitchen table, still in my robe, his favorite pasta untouched on the stove. I watch him standing there, eyes wide, frozen like a little boy again, and for one insane moment—I just want to hold him.

What do you do when your son isn't a little boy anymore? When he lies to you with a soft smile and you still want to believe him? When he's out there living a life you didn't prepare him for—drinking, fighting, kissing girls like he doesn't have a home that aches for him?

What do you do when your baby becomes a stranger?

I stare at the photos again. They're real. The evidence is right there. The bruises on his neck. The cigarettes. The clubs. The faces I don't recognize. And I should be angry, right?

But all I feel is this cold kind of heartbreak.

I wipe my eyes. Try to smile. My voice cracks.

"Please… Sebby baby," I whisper, even as my hands tremble, "please tell me it's not you."

Even when everything feels like it's falling apart—

I Could Never Hate Him