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

Too quiet for a city that never sleeps.

Too quiet for a boy who's trying to forget the sound of his mother crying into his hoodie.

The parking lot is dark, shadows sliced by the slanted glow of a streetlamp. My fists are clenched before I even see him step forward from the sleek black car like a villain out of a dream I wish I never had.

He's leaning on the hood like he owns the world.

Expensive coat. Expensive watch. That same infuriating smirk like nothing ever touches him.

"Sebastian," he drawls like we're old friends. "Or do you prefer Seb? Short and sharp, like your temper."

He pushes off the car, steps closer, slow and deliberate. The scent of expensive cologne hits me like smoke—slick, suffocating.

"You remind me of me," he says. "Reckless. Sharp around the edges. Too pretty for your own good."

He starts listing them like sins on a rosary.

"You drink. You smoke. You ride like you're trying to kill yourself. You hook up with girls you don't even care about. You lie to the only woman who's ever loved you unconditionally. You break her heart."

"See?" he whispers. "Just like me."

He circles me slowly now, like a shark smelling blood.

"I broke her," Rain says with a sick sort of reverence. "Gaslighted her until she didn't know which way was up. Watched her cry and still made her say she loved me. Took everything soft about her and made it mine."

"She still stayed," he murmurs, low and venomous. "With you too. She stays. Even now. Even after the drinking and the smoke and the sex and the lies... she stays."

The word hits harder than it should.

"Maybe she doesn't know how not to love monsters. Maybe she raised one without realizing."

My fist connects with the car behind him, just missing his face, the metal groaning under the weight of my fury. He doesn't flinch.

But he just straightens his cuffs and walks past me like he's already won.

Like Father, Like Monster