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

After everything Rain said—the things he bragged about, the sick pride in his voice—I needed proof that he was the monster I believed he was. I thought I'd find videos, texts, pictures—typical stuff.

Was a folder named "Sky" buried in his phone.

> "Rain… it's me. I… I'm scared. I don't know how to say it."

Her voice cracked, and I felt something crawl into my chest and stay there.

> "I'm not asking you to be a father."

"I'm just asking you not to pretend I don't exist."

It was her voice—but younger. Softer. So full of love, still. Like she thought maybe he'd come around if she just… said it gently enough.

> "He moves when I say your name."

"He knows you, Rain. Even if you won't let him."

"I'm scared again. You don't have to come inside."

"Just… be outside. I'll know. I'll feel better if I know."

I paused the phone and just sat there, my hands shaking.

My mom—Sky Maddox—the woman who never let me see her cry, who kissed my cheeks every time I stumbled home smelling like mistakes, who smiled through my bullshit—

Had been abandoned at her most vulnerable.

The final voicemail was dated two days after my birthday.

"He cries like me. He looks like you."

"Please. Will you still not come back?"

My chest burned. My throat felt like it was closing up.

Because for the first time, I saw her—not as my sweet, overbearing, annoyingly affectionate mom—

A broken girl with a newborn in her arms and no one by her side.

And I saw him—Rain Chen—for exactly what he was:

The Ghosts in My Father's Phone