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 moment his knuckles hit my jaw, I see stars.

Sharp pain. Copper on my tongue. A flash of his mother's eyes in his rage.

I stumble back against the car, breath knocked out of me, the corner of my lip split. I taste blood. But I laugh.

"That's it," I grin, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "That's the Maddox blood."

He grabs my collar, yanking me forward with a snarl. His eyes—those dark eyes—so much like Sky's when she was sixteen and heartbroken. So much like mine when I was destroying her.

"You ever go near her again—" he growls, voice shaking, "—I'll kill you. I don't care if you're my father. I will make sure no one ever finds you."

"That's the spirit," I hiss, breath fanning his cheek. "Threaten the man who gave you your name."

He shoves me hard, and I nearly laugh again.

He's losing control—just like me.

"You think she's gonna stop loving you because of a few mistakes?" I ask, tilting my head. "I tried to make her hate me. Over and over again. But she stayed. Forgave. Every time."

He flinches. It's subtle. But it's there.

I step forward slowly. Close enough for him to feel the chill in my voice.

"Because I know what happens next, son. You keep hurting her. And she'll keep letting you. Until one day—she doesn't."

"And then you'll know what real loneliness feels like."

He doesn't answer. Just stands there, breathing hard, like he's going to explode.

Because deep down, he knows I'm not wrong.

I watch his back disappear into the dark, heart racing, blood still dripping from my lip.

Like Looking Into a Mirror