All Chapters of Taming The Charming Director: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Raellyn didn’t hold anything back. She didn’t leave out a single detail. She told everything, every moment, every feeling, every crack in her pride that had occurred over the course of a single, chaotic day. From the heart shattering discovery that Arsene had left her to marry another woman, to the confrontation that followed between her and Arnav-his ex brother, the man whose name once meant nothing to her but had now become intertwined with hers in a bond sealed before the law and under heaven. The man who now bore the title of her husband. There were moments when her voice cracked, forcing her to pause, to collect herself from the storm raging inside her chest.As she spoke, her voice trembled at times, forcing her to pause, to steady her breath, to calm the storm that surged within. But still, she pressed on. This wasn’t just about confessing her choices; this was her truth. A confession not only of events, but of everything that had torn her apart and rebuilt her in ways she stil

Raellyn had always believed that men possessed a certain ability an instinct, perhaps when it came to matters like this. After all, it would be incredibly foolish for a man of high standing to grant her such a significant honor if she weren’t a virtuous woman. Perhaps that was why Arnav had seen right through her because of his experiences, which no doubt stretched far and wide, littered with the presence of women whose names and faces were surely long forgotten. Women of the night. Countless. Too many to name.And although part of her wanted to confront her uncle about it about whether Arnav had said anything more, or revealed some hidden truth she refrained. For now, at least. Her own suspicions were enough, and quite frankly, they were already terrifying. The mere topic of a kiss just a kiss with a man had left her shaken. Her chest still burned with the memory of it, of how her body had responded without her permission.Her uncle's voice sliced through her thoughts.“To be honest,

Raellyn’s heartbeat surged violently, pounding in her chest like a war drum. The thought that Arnav—her newly wedded husband—would sleep with her tonight wrapped around her thoughts like a shroud, dark and unrelenting. It filled her mind, her blood, her every breath. A swirl of wild, forbidden fantasies mingled with the restless storm of emotions, confusion, anticipation, fear… or was it curiosity that clawed the strongest?“I look forward to our wedding night.”That line echoed again in her head, louder now, haunting in its simplicity. It wasn't just a passing statement. tI was a declaration. A deliberate proclamation of intent. He had spoken it not with tenderness, but with something darker. Desire. Power. Possession.What did that mean for her?She was still a virgin. A bold one, maybe, arrogant even in the face of uncertainty, but untouched. And while fear did settle inside her like mist crawling through cracks, she chose, almost desperately, to let curiosity drown out the terror.

He had just married a woman.A woman who claimed to be his brother’s lover or more harshly, Arsene’s mistress. Now, he was no longer that lonely, divorced man often gossiped about by idle tongues. At least, he no longer had to throw away money just to satiate his desires on nameless, faceless women whose existence ended the moment he zipped up his pants.Arnav stood tall before the wide, arched window of his study also functioning as his private library. Tonight, he left the window wide open, allowing the cold night breeze to slip in and cool the growing heat pounding against his temples. With a slow, deliberate motion, he reached into the pocket of his trousers, feeling for an object he hadn’t expected to ever hold again.A pendant.The same pendant Arsene had once given to Raellyn.A humorless smile tugged at the corner of Arnav’s lips. He lifted his glass, half in mockery, half in solemn tribute, as if toasting the ghost of his mother then downed the remaining whiskey in one gulp.

Raellyn was no longer herself.Every shred of control she thought she had was stripped away by a whirlwind of unfamiliar sensations, piling in faster than she could comprehend. Too many new sensations she couldn’t name, too many foreign sparks awakening across her skin in the span of a few stolen breaths. Her mind couldn’t keep up. Her body had long since betrayed her. Her breath caught as the sound of tearing fabric sliced through the room, and only then did she realize her thin nightdress had been ripped clean down the middle exposing her from neckline to stomach as though it were nothing more than silk paper.A scream ripped from her throat, but before she could register the sound, she was lifted weightless into the air. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist like she was meant to belong there, and in that moment, the heat in her body surged violently.Heat coiled deep inside her, tightening with every press of his body against hers. Her skin burned. Every brush of his han