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 walked in without knocking. Of course I did—Sky never changed the codes. Naïve little thing. She still lived in the illusion that people were good, that some monsters wouldn't come back.

I'm not some monster. I'm her monster.

I moved through the house like I belonged there. Because I did. Every inch of this place screamed Sky. Her scent in the air. Her dainty shoes by the door. Her favorite mug on the kitchen counter. Still stained with tea.

And the boy—Sebastian—wasn't in his either.

Still, I had to see it for myself.

Sky curled into him like she used to curl into me.

Her head tucked into the hollow of his neck.

Her entire body tangled in his like he was oxygen and she forgot how to breathe.

Like she still needed someone to hold her in her sleep.

A sharp breath escaped me before I could stop it. My fingers curled against the doorframe, nails digging into the polished wood.

He held her like he knew she was breakable.

I used to be the only one who knew how to touch her without shattering her.

I should've been the one she came to.

I watched her shift slightly, her fingers flexing on his chest like she didn't want to let go even in sleep. Like she forgot the world the moment she was near him.

God, she looked so small in his arms.

He got to be the one who comforted her. Who made her feel safe. Who wiped the tears I caused.

I backed out of the room before I could do something ugly.

But as I closed the door behind me, a twisted little smile touched my lips.

Let her pretend he could protect her.

Because soon, she'll remember—no one knows her like I do.

He has no idea how much of her is still mine.

That Used to Be Me