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

She was curled up on the couch like a Victorian woman recovering from a duel. A pillow under her arm. A blanket wrapped around her like she'd just survived a hurricane. Netflix was paused. Her injured hand lay dramatically on her chest.

I walked over with the ointment and an ice pack.

She peeked out from her cocoon. "Is that for me?"

I raised a brow. "No, it's for my imaginary girlfriend who just smacked my biological father into next week."

She sniffed. "That's mean. I'm a fragile, wounded woman."

"You have a slightly bruised hand."

"I used it to slap evil, Sebastian."

I tried not to laugh. "Give me your hand."

She held it out like a queen offering her ring. "Careful. She's been through trauma."

I sat beside her, pulling the blanket off her arm. The swelling had gone down a little. I unscrewed the ointment lid, dabbing a bit on my finger and gently applying it.

She hissed like I'd poured lava on her. "Sebastian! Oh my God!"

"It's cold! And your hands are mean!"

She sulked. "I want the nurse from Korean dramas. Gentle. Kind. Hot."

I rolled my eyes and reached for the ice pack. She flinched again when I gently placed it in her palm.

"I think this is it," she whispered. "This is how I go."

I gave her a flat look. "You slapped one man, not a brick wall."

She looked at me. All sass melted. Her eyes turned soft, distant. "I really hit him, didn't I?"

"You nearly broke the sound barrier."

Her lips twitched into a trembling smile. "Good."

And then, very softly, she whispered, "Thank you."

I didn't say anything. Just gently held her hand, even with the ice pack between us.

She leaned her head on my shoulder.

"I think next time," she muttered sleepily, "I'm bringing pepper spray."

I smirked. "Noted. Remind me to never piss you off."

We sat there, breathing together, a quiet warmth between us.

And for once, the house didn't feel haunted. Just… healing.

Ointment, Ice, and Oscar-Worthy Whining