All Chapters of Taming The Charming Director: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

“Hello, Mr. Arsene, your wife—”Arsene was already like a man possessed, his motorcycle tearing down the highway with reckless speed, weaving dangerously between cars as if the world had narrowed to a single, blinding point of fear. He didn’t care about the angry honks that followed him, or the curses that trailed after his wake. His mind was chaos, an uncontrollable storm since the moment he picked up the call from his wife’s family.He had been in the middle of a shoot when the call came. One brief sentence with fragmented, urgent, and terrifying was enough to shatter every ounce of composure he had. In an instant, Arsene became the most unprofessional man alive, abandoning the set, leaving the cameras and crew behind as he sprinted for his bike. He prayed, if prayers could even reach him in the frenzy of his panic that nothing serious had happened to Sylvia. Maybe it was only fatigue. Maybe it was just stress. Maybe… she had simply fainted.That tiny spark of hope was all he clung

The self-mockery in his tone made the air heavy. He was disappointed, yes, but more than that, he was shattered. Somewhere deep down, he believed that he had failed not only his unborn child, but Sylvia as well. He hadn’t been the husband she needed, and now, this was the consequence. He didn’t even know how or why the tragedy had unfolded the way it did.“Don’t talk like that,” Arnav said quietly, leaning forward, his voice gentle yet firm. “God… perhaps He has a bigger plan for you both. This… this isn’t the end.”“I…” Raellyn hesitated before adding softly, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interfere. I just… I wish I could say something that helps.”Arsene closed his eyes briefly, the weight of their sympathy pressing on his chest like an invisible hand. Her voice gentle and fragile, only reminded him of the guilt he had been avoiding for too long.A bitter chuckle escaped him as his gaze returned to Raellyn. “Maybe this is punishment for what I did to you… back then. Maybe this is the

The room smelled faintly of antiseptic and loss, of metal and despair. Outside the window, the night pressed against the glass, heavy and indifferent to the devastation unfolding inside. Arsene lowered his head, letting his forehead rest against the back of Sylvia’s hand. His silent tears seeped into her skin, mixing with hers, two rivers of grief flowing together in the dim light.“Forgive me…” he whispered, a confession too soft for anyone but the walls and God to hear. “I should have protected you. I should have protected… both of you.”Sylvia did not answer. Her sobs had quieted into soft, uneven breaths, but her gaze was distant, staring at nothing, as if a part of her had followed the child they had lost into the silent place where dreams go when they die. Arsene’s chest ached at the sight, but he tightened his hold, as if clinging to the fragments of their love could keep them both from falling apart.He had already cried and screamed his anguish on the hospital rooftop, lettin

“What do you mean by that? Are you saying… the child Raellyn carries is mine?”Arsene stared at his wife, disbelief crashing over him like a tidal wave. Of all the accusations she had hurled at him, this one was the most absurd, the most vicious and yet it cut the deepest.He had gone to Arnav’s house with only one intention: to lay the past to rest. He wanted the doors of their old sins to finally close, to give them both a chance to move forward into a life untainted by shadows. He knew he had sinned against her once, in a way no apology could ever mend. He had betrayed her trust, had been unfaithful. And yet, the only reason he had clawed his way back to her side was because of her pregnancy, because of the fragile hope that life had given them a second chance.And now… this.The words she had spoken were a poison that left him reeling. His chest burned with the ache of injustice, of grief at how far she had been driven by her pain.“How,” he rasped, his voice low, trembling with r

Raellyn stood before the tall mirror in her bedroom, gazing at the reflection of a woman who had just risen from the embrace of sleep. Her dark, curling hair tumbled loosely over her shoulders, framing a face that glowed with quiet contentment. A soft smile curved her lips as her eyes traced the lines of her body. Fuller now, softer in places, touched with a sensuality she had never truly noticed before.She reached out, her fingers brushing the hem of the oversized T-shirt she wore. That is Arnav’s shirt from the night before, its familiar scent still clinging to her skin. Slowly, delicately, she lifted the fabric to reveal the gentle curve of her growing belly. Her palm pressed to the warm skin, moving in tender circles. A sigh escaped her lips, and her voice came out soft, almost like a lullaby whispered to a dream.“Good morning, sweetheart,” she murmured to the little life nestled within her.Her eyes glimmered as a rush of warmth swelled in her chest. Each morning felt like a qu