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

The last thing I expected to see when I got home was him.

Rain. Chen. Whatever the hell he thinks he is to us.

He was sitting at our dining table like he'd earned the right to breathe the air here. His coat slung over the back of my chair, Sky's homemade dinner spread out in front of him like he was family.

Sky stood at the stove, pretending. Pretending she could breathe. Pretending this wasn't hell.

The second I stepped in, the air froze.

He smiled at me like he already knew everything. Like he had nothing to lose.

"Sebastian," he said, smooth and casual, like he hadn't stalked me, threatened me, torn my mom open with words last week.

I don't remember walking in. I remember the rage. I remember Sky dropping the spoon. I remember her whispering my name like a warning.

"I told you to stay the hell away from her," I said through gritted teeth.

Rain leaned back in his seat. "Relax, bad boy. I'm just here for dinner. Family dinner."

"Oh, but I am," he said, tilting his head. "Sky forgot to tell you? Or maybe you forgot to listen?"

"No," I snapped. "You don't get to do this. Not in front of her."

"Her?" Rain turned toward her like she was decoration. "You mean the woman who hid me from my own son? Raised him on lies? Let him run wild thinking he was better than the man he came from?"

"You're not a man," I said. "You're a virus."

Rain chuckled, slow and ugly. "You know what I see when I look at you? Me. When I was seventeen. Smoking, fucking, lying. Living like I couldn't die."

He paused. "Except I never had mommy to come home to."

"I'm just saying," he drawled, eyes dragging across Sky like poison. "She gave you everything I wanted, and you still turned out just like me. That's gotta hurt."

Sky's knees buckled. She leaned against the counter.

"I bet she's still lying to herself. Still thinks you're a good kid. Still thinks she did right by you. But guess what, sweetheart?" he said, turning to her. "He's broken. Just like us. And no amount of dinners or kisses on the cheek can fix that."

"You're just a pretty lie she told herself," Rain said to me, and smiled.

I didn't mean to—but I did. The glass from the counter shattered when I slammed it to the ground. The noise ripped through the room. Sky flinched so hard she dropped her hands over her ears.

Rain looked at her. Then looked at me.

Blood Runs Hotter Than Water