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

My legs give out by the fridge. I slide down the cabinets and crumble into myself, fists in my sweater, breath shaking like something's cracking open inside me.

He touched me like he never left. He whispered like no time had passed. And I let him.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, as if I can scrub off the memory. But the dirt is deeper. It's in my spine. My ribs. My heart.

Because when pain comes like this, it drags you with it.

Age 16. Outside the campus dorms. Sky's POV.

Rain was leaning against the wall, a cigarette tucked behind his ear. His uniform shirt untucked, collar open, backpack slung low like he didn't give a damn about anything except making you fall for him.

And I had. I'd fallen so hard it still hurt to breathe.

"You're mad again," he said, not looking up from his phone. "So predictable."

"I saw you with Marla. Don't lie to me, Rain."

He looked at me then. Smiled. Crooked. Cruel.

"You really think I'd pick her over you?"

"Sky, baby," he interrupted, stepping forward. "You're imagining things again. That clingy little brain of yours just makes up stories when I don't text back in two hours."

"Do you want me to block her? Would that make your pretty little head stop spinning?"

He grabbed my chin, not hard—but firm. Like he was training a dog.

"Then stop acting like a jealous kid. You embarrass yourself."

Tears prickled. He saw them. Smiled wider.

"There it is. That crybaby look you get when you realize you're nothing without me."

"Oh, baby," he said sweetly, brushing my hair behind my ear, "but you are. You'd fall apart if I walked away, wouldn't you?"

I'm on the floor. 32 years old. Shaking like I'm sixteen again.

I thought I buried her—the girl who begged him to love her, even while he laughed in her face. I thought I killed her with ambition, silenced her with motherhood, crushed her with every perfect smile I gave Sebastian.

He smelled it the moment I opened the door.

The Room That Still Hurts