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 her in the kitchen, sitting on the counter, cradling her hand like it was broken.

"Stupid bones. Fragile little twigs. Useless dramatic twigs," she hissed. "Why did no one tell me slapping a man felt like punching a damn brick wall?!"

I stood by the doorway, trying not to laugh.

She looked up at me like a deer caught mid-spiral. "Don't. Say. Anything."

I held my hands up. "I wasn't going to."

She narrowed her eyes. "You were thinking it."

She groaned and slid off the counter with a dramatic whimper. "God, I think I dislocated the universe. My palm is buzzing."

I crossed the room, reaching for her hand gently. "Let me see."

She gave it to me like she was handing over a newborn. "Be gentle. I've just survived a war."

I turned it over. Her knuckles were a little red, swollen. Nothing major. No break. I ran my thumb lightly over them.

"Domestic violence survivor," she corrected with a sniff. "But make it fashion."

Her eyes were glassy. Her lip quivered when she tried to smile.

"I've never hit anyone before," she said quietly. "Not even you. Not even when you were a little demon."

"You've definitely pulled my ears."

Then she leaned her forehead on my chest. "I'm sorry you had to see me like that."

"You mean badass?" I wrapped my arms around her. "Nah. You were terrifying. Kinda proud of it."

She sniffled a laugh. "You looked shocked."

"I thought you were about to go John Wick."

She leaned back and smiled up at me.

"Next time I slap someone," she said solemnly, "I'm wearing rings. Let the pain be equal opportunity."

I snorted. "Sky Maddox, certified menace."

She held her bruised hand up, kissed her own knuckles, and whispered like it was a prayer:

My Mom Just Threatened to Commit a Felony