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

But the scent he leaves behind—it clings to the air like cigarette smoke. Cold. Familiar. I can't breathe without choking on it.

Seb's arms are around me, firm and protective. I should feel safe. I should feel grateful.

He hadn't said "good morning." He just looked at me with narrowed eyes and said, "Is that lipstick?"

It wasn't. It was chapstick. But I told him yes anyway.

Then he reached forward and rubbed it off with his thumb, not gently. My lip stung.

"Don't need that crap," he muttered. "You're mine."

And I smiled. Because I thought being his meant I mattered.

Me: "Study group, remember? I told you."

I didn't reply. I couldn't. My hands were shaking too hard to type.

He showed up ten minutes later. Outside the school library. I thought he'd kiss me.

He grabbed my arm instead. Hard. Not enough to bruise—but enough to make me feel small.

"Don't lie to me again," he whispered. "I'd hate to have to remind you who you belong to."

Seb brushes my hair back softly, murmuring something I can't hear because my heart is screaming too loud.

I was a child when Rain taught me that love came with chains.

And now my son is standing here, saying I'm not broken. That I deserve better.

To be protected like this. To be loved so fiercely, so fully. It's a hurt I've never known.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, fingers tangled in his hoodie. "I should've been stronger."

He pulls back, eyes fierce. "Don't. Don't say that."

"No," Seb says, voice shaking. "He forced his way back. You're not weak, Mom. You're..."

And for the first time in a long, long time—

Bruises You Can’t See