All Chapters of Taming The Charming Director: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The sunlight filtered weakly through the mist that had crept into the room overnight, entering through the wide-open window left bare of curtains. A chill hung in the air soft, gentle, almost intimate in the way it kissed the skin.Arnav shifted in bed, the silk sheet slipping from his waist as he adjusted his position, only to freeze the moment he realized he wasn’t alone. Lying beside him, nestled into the warmth of his body like she belonged there, was a woman. His wife. Her face was relaxed, lips slightly parted in a content slumber, and there was a serenity in her expression that unsettled him in ways he couldn't explain.What the hell was this feeling?He had slept with countless women. That wasn’t new. What was new, however, was waking up next to one. Spending the night. Not sneaking out at dawn or kicking them out before the sun dared to rise. Not even Clarissa, the woman who had once stolen his heart his ex-wife, his first and only true love had ever shared a full night with

“So this is the place where you isolate yourself?”There was something dangerously enchanting about the way she spoke, like every word she uttered held the weight of an incantation. It wasn’t just what Raellyn said, but her presence, every movement, even the way she breathed, came wrapped in an invisible charm that dulled the trigger of his anger. Odd, considering Arnav was never the kind of man known for his generosity, much less forgiveness. How she said it. Soft, measured, too deliberate for someone so young. Her voice didn’t stab. It seduced, lulled, cloaked itself in honey, disarming the very man who had once mastered the art of keeping people at bay.Perhaps that was her power.Witchcraft. Verbal sorcery.It was the only reasonable explanation for why Arnav hadn’t thrown her out the moment she appeared in his private study, wearing a dress so infuriatingly familiar, so indecently stunning, it bordered on cruel.“Yes,” he replied, his voice clipped, but not cold enough to freeze

Raellyn never thought she would find herself driving alone to her uncle’s house like this. It was both insane and oddly liberating, something about steering the wheel herself, having no one to tell her where to go or how fast to get there, made her feel a freedom she hadn’t anticipated. But beneath that breath of independence was another reason altogether. The lawyer's unexpected shown up at the house, and Arnav’s refusal to explain a damn thing. That silence itched at her, needled her thoughts like a thorn under skin. She couldn’t stand the waiting so, rather than sitting still and speculating endlessly, Raellyn had chosen to face the truth head-on. If Arnav wouldn’t tell her what was going on, then she’d uncover it herself—starting with her family.The front door swung open before her fingers even touched the knocker.“Oho~ Milady,” Lita drawled, her expression unreadable, her voice laced with the kind of knowing mischief that prickled under Raellyn’s skin. It was clear she’d been e

Raellyn arrived at her husband’s residence precisely at dinner time the next evening. The journey had passed in a strange, fleeting blur, feeling almost too short, far too swift for the storm that was swirling in her mind as she drove alone with conflicting thoughts. It was as though a violent tempest had taken residence inside her head—merciless, disorienting—but by some miracle, it hadn’t caused an accident on the road.The very first thing she did upon arriving was pick the most flattering evening gown she owned one with a daring neckline that left little to the imagination. She deliberately chose it to flaunt her best features before Arnav. Rona—her personal maid—had done her hair in an intricate Greek goddess braid, insisting that it would emphasize Raellyn’s elegant neckline and project the commanding grace of the lady of the house.Rona’s prediction wasn’t entirely wrong. The moment she sat across from Arnav at the dinner table, Raellyn noticed a subtle flicker in his gaze. It

"I'm sorry, but I refuse the idea of hosting a family dinner in this house."Arnav's voice carried the weight of finality, a cold and deliberate refusal that left Raellyn no choice but to respond.She turned toward him in bed, letting her gaze wander along the sculpted lines of his bare torso her breath catching slightly at the quiet, effortless dominance his body seemed to hold. Arnav, of course, seemed entirely unbothered by her scrutiny. He lay there as if her eyes were nothing more than a breeze against his skin.Her gaze lingered longer than it should have at his abdomen.“Am I that irresistible?” he asked, with a teasing smirk. “Should we go for another round?”His voice jolted her back to reason, slicing through the haze he always managed to throw her into. Her senses finally began to rally.And yet she didn’t take the bait.Instead, she steered the conversation back to what mattered.“Why not?” she asked softly, almost too gently for someone who usually guarded her pride. “Wou