All Chapters of Taming The Charming Director: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The cesarean section had gone smoothly, without any complications. Now, Raellyn was being wheeled into a private recovery suite, carefully monitored by the medical team. Of course, this level of attentive care was entirely the result of her husband’s influence and insistence that she receive nothing less than the best treatment.An IV line still rested in her left arm, feeding her nutrients and fluids while she remained unable to eat or drink normally.Arnav, with all the authority and resources at his disposal, had also requested that their newborn son remain in the same room as Raellyn. It didn’t take long to arrange, as the baby was perfectly healthy and required no further medical intervention.“How long will it take for my wife to fully recover, doctor?” Arnav asked, his voice calm yet firm, as he stood in the office of the young physician who had delivered his child.“Approximately four to six weeks for a complete recovery and for her to resume normal activities,” the doctor exp

The soft creak of the door startled the two souls inside the quiet room. Both their heads turned toward the sound, and there, stepping into the gentle light, was a middle-aged man whose presence carried a warmth that immediately softened the air.“Uncle,” Raellyn breathed, her voice laced with tender surprise. The recognition struck her like a sudden burst of sunlight after a long night. She glanced toward Arnav, who met her gaze with a faint, knowing smile. Emotion swelled in her chest she hadn’t expected this. She had assumed that Arnav, exhausted and preoccupied from the endless demands of yesterday, would keep the news to themselves for now, not burdening family or kin with the early morning excitement. She had not pressed him to share it, fully aware of his fatigue.And yet, here he was, her uncle standing at the threshold, bringing with him the quiet warmth of family. Raellyn’s heart quivered with gratitude. Her family… they were the first to know that her son had arrived in thi

“You sound,” he whispered against her hair, his lips brushing the crown of her head, “like someone who misses me.”A soft, almost imperceptible laugh escaped her, but the way she clung to his shirt betrayed the truth she didn’t say aloud.“Has my deadly charm worked on you yet?” Arnav’s voice was a low, teasing murmur against her ear, laced with that effortless warmth that always made her chest flutter.“Not really,” Raellyn retorted, her lips curling into a faint smirk. “You should at least try to maintain some dignity, you know.”“And why is that?” He leaned back slightly to look at her, feigning offense with an arch of his brow. “Does becoming a father mean I’m no longer allowed to be affectionate with my own wife?”Raellyn’s hand moved almost of its own accord, delivering a playful pinch to his side. “You’ve grown far too smooth-tongued for your own good, you know that?”“Ouch!” Arnav flinched with exaggerated drama, his hand instinctively moving to where she’d pinched him.“Does

A week had passed since that quiet, life-altering moment when Arnav had vowed to let go of the shadows of his past and seek forgiveness from his mother, Mrs. Chyntia. To Raellyn, his words had been a beacon of hope, a promise that the weight he had carried for so long might finally be lifted. And yet, when the day came. The day her husband asked her to accompany him to meet his mother, her heart refused to rest easy.The luxury restaurant they stepped into was bathed in soft golden light, each chandelier dripping elegance, each polished surface whispering wealth and refinement. It should have felt warm, welcoming even, but for Raellyn, the atmosphere carried a jarring sense of déjà vu. It was almost exactly like that first meeting, when she had nervously faced her future mother-in-law across a gleaming table, the air heavy with unspoken judgment and fragile civility. Only this time, everything was different.Back then, she had been brimming with determination, a stubborn young woman w

For a single heartbeat, the table was silent. Then Sylvia’s restraint shattered. She surged forward, her voice rising in a pitch that dripped venom and despair.“Arnav! I’ve always respected you as my brother-in-law. But do you really not see it? Do you not realize that the child your wife carries is Arsene’s?!” Her hands trembled as they clutched the tablecloth, her eyes gleaming with unhinged fury and tears that refused to fall.Raellyn felt the blood drain from her face. Her heart slammed against her ribs as the words ricocheted across the table like shards of glass.“She’s been deceiving you from the start!” Sylvia spat, her voice trembling with the ugly marriage of grief and rage. “She used you, Arnav. I am certain! absolutely certain that this entire little performance tonight was her idea, wasn’t it?”She turned her attention like a knife toward Raellyn, hatred igniting in every syllable.“Tell me, Raellyn—do you enjoy this?!” Sylvia’s voice cracked into something feral. “Do yo