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

Tucked on her side, one hand curled close to her chest, like she's protecting something fragile.

Like her own heart isn't made of glass and gold.

I watch them through the open crack in the second-floor window. They forgot to close the curtains again. That's the thing about Sky—always too trusting. Always soft.

She should've known better by now.

My son—our son—is curled into her like a child desperate for warmth. There's a tray of food on the table, untouched. She's still in last night's clothes. Her arm's around him.

And he's holding her like she's his lifeline.

So that's how she's raised him. Spoiled, coddled, worshiped like a damn porcelain doll. He's too soft when he's around her. Too good at playing the role of a broken little boy.

He's a storm in human skin. Reckless. Dangerous. Just like me.

I press my fingers to the edge of the open window frame, watching the way he clutches her even in sleep.

I wonder what she whispered to make him stay.

I wonder how many lies she's told him about me.

I wonder how long before he breaks her like I did.

The scene looks so pure. So untouched.

Sky can dress the house in white lace and soft lights all she wants—but the past never leaves.

And now he's here. My blood. My shadow. My echo.

She flinches in her sleep, and I imagine waking her up. Just one knock on that perfect little door. Just one whisper of her name. Sky.

Would she cry like she used to? Or beg like that night?

And I've got all the time in the world.

Always Mine