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

I found him exactly where I expected.

Same penthouse. Same stupid glass of bourbon in his hand. Same smug little grin like the world owes him something.

The man who left my mother begging into voicemails no one ever heard.

The man who looked me in the eye last week and smiled when my mother broke.

He didn't even look surprised when I burst in.

"Back already?" he said lazily, swirling his drink. "Did she cry? She always did cry prettiest in silence—"

Just drove my fist straight into his jaw with every ounce of rage clawing through my chest. His glass shattered. He staggered back, mouth bleeding.

Rain wiped his lip with a laugh. "Ah. So you finally listened to them."

His eyes gleamed like it was a game.

"You found the voicemails, didn't you? She was so persistent. Do you know she texted me the day you were born? Called. Said she'd named you after me. Like I'd care."

I lunged for him again, grabbed his collar, slammed him into the wall.

He grinned. "You're just like me."

"Come on, Sebby." His voice dropped to a whisper. "You smoke. You drink. You ride like you've got a death wish. You hook up with girls who cry when you leave. She looks at you and pretends she doesn't see it—but she does."

His smirk widened. "You've got my blood. You'll ruin her just like I did."

I had hurt her. I had smoked, drank, fucked around, lied.

She still kissed my cheek and waited on the couch with tea and a hoodie I mocked and told me she loved me.

"You're right. I am just like you."

"I came home. I held her when she cried. I said I was sorry. I'll say it again. I'll say it a thousand fucking times if that's what it takes."

"And I'll never—never—leave her alone again."

Just Like You, Right