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 woke up to the sound of his heartbeat.

Strong. Calm. So steady it made me want to cry.

For a long, slow moment, I didn't even open my eyes. I just… listened.

It was warm. Too warm. My fingers were tangled in something—cotton shirt, soft skin, the faint scent of shampoo and boy and something that somehow smelled like home.

I was wrapped around my son like a koala bear. Practically draped across him. My leg was over his, my cheek was stuck to his chest, and my mouth—

I pulled back an inch and saw it. A wet patch on his shirt, right where I'd been sleeping.

My seventeen-year-old, emotionally closed-off, too-cool-for-everything son.

God, let the earth swallow me now.

I jerked back instinctively, trying to wipe my face with what little dignity I had left, but before I could even move away fully, I felt his arms tighten.

"Sebby," I whispered, flustered, "I… I drooled on you."

He didn't say anything. Just held me tighter.

Because I was pretty sure if I pulled away, I'd break something neither of us knew how to fix.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, burying my face in the curve of his neck. "You probably feel like you're hugging a five-year-old."

He didn't answer. Just pressed his cheek lightly against my hair.

And I suddenly remembered when he was five.

The same arms I used to rock to sleep. The same lashes that fluttered against my skin when he snuggled into me after nightmares. The same chest, once tiny and warm and no bigger than a loaf of bread, now holding me like he knew I needed it.

When did I start needing him more than he needed me?

I stayed there, curled into him like the world had stopped moving—and for once, it actually had.

And in that quiet morning light, even with drool shame burning my cheeks, I thought—

How Did You Get So Big?