Semua Bab Taming The Charming Director: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Raellyn’s body trembled once more, this time violently. Her emotions, barely hanging by a thread, snapped and surged into uncontrollable fury. She could not believe what she was hearing. Accusations shameless and degrading were being thrown at her by a man she had just met. She felt insulted, humiliated. Her eyes narrowed, and she shot a deadly glare at the director."A commitment in a romantic relationship does not require pregnancy or a child, Mr. Director," she said, her voice clipped, sharp. The director arched both eyebrows slowly, unimpressed. That alone made her blood boil hotter. In response, Raellyn raised the folding knife again, holding it up right between them. She was willing to risk everything, all based on what she’d learned from Arsene."You’re a man experienced with women, aren’t you? Then you should know pregnancy can be avoided if you don’t want it to happen."A slight twitch appeared at the corner of the director’s mouth. Just a flicker but it didn’t go unnoticed.

One Day Earlier…"That bastard!" Raellyn’s scream tore through the rooftop air like a wounded animal's cry raw, broken, seething. Her voice rose into the bruised sky, swallowed by the wind, but not before it echoed with all the agony she had tried to bury. “How dare he throw me away like that? After everything he said, after everything we were supposed to be. I did nothing wrong! And now… he’s laughing on camera, holding another woman like none of it ever mattered!”She stood on the ledge of a building far too high for someone with a heart that fragile. Her breath came in ragged bursts. Her eyes once soft with dreams now blazed with betrayal. Her fists clenched, nails digging into her palms until it hurt. The world around her felt like it was shrinking. Crushing her in the cage of her own humiliation. It hadn’t even been a week since Arsene, the man who had stolen her heart with a single look, had asked for her hand in marriage. Seven days since he knelt and told her she was his futur

“You took advantage of me, Mr. Director! What you just did proves how despicably low you really are!” Raellyn snapped, her voice shaking with fury as she sprang to the side, putting distance between them. She had no desire to escalate this mess any further.Arnav tilted his head, studying her with quiet amusement. “That sharp tongue of yours, Miss Raellyn… quite the contrast to your finesse with a blade.”“Degenerate!” she spat. It hadn’t even been thirty minutes since Raellyn had stepped into his office, and yet Arnav had already dared to approach her no, steal a kiss from her. It wasn’t their first, but that made it no less outrageous.Raellyn had never imagined he would be bold enough. She had only mimicked seduction, thinking it would repel him as it did most men. But Arnav had flipped the script. He hadn’t recoiled he had attacked.Her chest heaved. She was still reeling from the kiss the audacity of it, the fire it ignited, and the shameful truth that her body had responded. Tha

Arnav felt utterly foolish now. The restlessness that had haunted him all night long returned with an aching persistence. He had spent hours wondering whether the woman would show up again or vanish as suddenly as she came. And this morning, he had not even dared to examine the surge of quiet satisfaction and inexplicable joy that bloomed through every fiber of his being when his head butler informed him that a woman named Raellyn had arrived precisely at eight o’clock.A faint smile curled on his lips as his eyes met Raellyn’s beautiful face. At least today, she looked more presentable than yesterday. Her hair was neatly twisted into a chignon, not a single strand out of place except for the shorter ones framing her cheeks. Her lips were adorned with the faintest shade of coral, and her large eyes, fierce and untamed the day before, were now lined delicately with eyeliner, sharpening their corners and darkening their mystery. This woman looked more suited to grace the cover of a fash

Raellyn remained silent, her lips tersealed throughout the journey. From the moment she stepped out of her husband’s estate, her senses had been hijacked by wonder the overwhelming magnitude of the world Arnav belonged to. She could hardly stop marveling at the overwhelming wealth surrounding Arnav’s world. The home she once shared with her uncle, which she had always thought of as grand, now seemed like a dollhouse in comparison.The estate alone seemed to stretch endlessly its yard easily the size of three football fields, a sea of emerald grass that looked more manicured than any park she had seen in the city. It wasn’t just wealth it was curated splendor. The sheer precision with which everything had been placed, grown, and cared for made the air feel heavier, like stepping into a world where magic might be real. Even the whispers from the household staff fed her curiosity, mentioning a private lake behind the property Arnav’s cherished retreat, a place where time itself apparentl