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

Not the sharp kind, not the kind that burns in your chest after a fight or settles in your knuckles after you've thrown a punch.

I blinked, confused by how close the sunlight was. It was bleeding through the curtains, already climbing too high. I should've gotten up.

Because someone was wrapped around me like a blanket she never wanted to let go of.

She was dead asleep, her cheek smushed into my chest, her arm clinging to my side like she was five years old again instead of the one who raised me. Her hair was everywhere, a mess of strands tickling my collarbone, and—

And I just stared down at her like the biggest idiot on the planet.

So far from the woman who wore stilettos in her own damn kitchen, who smiled like the world hadn't broken her, who never let her voice shake no matter what. She wasn't the iron-willed Sky Maddox who walked me into every damn storm with her head high.

The girl who cried into my chest yesterday.

The one who whispered something I didn't hear but felt.

Now she was curled against me like I was the safest place in the world.

I swallowed hard, suddenly unsure of how to breathe.

My shirt was sticking to my chest from her drool and I didn't even care.

She made a soft noise in her sleep, one of those murmurs babies make, and shifted—snuggling impossibly closer.

I could scream, throw punches, drag Rain down with me if I had to.

This tiny sleeping woman, drooling on my ribs and trusting me with the kind of safety she probably hadn't felt in years?

So I did the only thing I could think of.

I wrapped both arms around her and pulled her impossibly close.

Because for once, it was my turn to be the shelter.

The Smallest Girl in the World