All Chapters of Taming The Charming Director: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"Because it just happened that way," Arsene said, his voice low, as if the truth itself tasted bitter on his tongue. “I mean, I never planned to fall for you or anything like that. You simply came at the right time, when I needed someone by my side. But after that…”“You ran away,” Raellyn snapped, her voice cracking like glass. “Like a coward. You gave me a necklace, and said we could take this relationship to marriage, which made me believe we had a future. Then you disappeared without a word, leaving me drowning in confusion and humiliation. And then I found out you'd married someone else. A fake marriage, just to protect your damned reputation.”Arsene lowered his head, unable to meet her gaze. “You can say whatever you want to me now, Raellyn. I deserve all of it. And yes, I know I’m a terrible man. I’m the worst jerk. But I swear to God, I never had the intention of playing with your feelings. I never meant to toy with your heart. I truly fell in love with you back then. I swear

“Well, since I spent time with you back then, I always thought about how this relationship would go in the future,” Arsene began, his voice steady but laced with vulnerability. “I even doubted that you truly wanted to marry me if I decided to divorce Sylvia. You’re the most independent, fearless woman I’ve ever met. Sometimes I always doubted whether you needed me or not. Sometimes in certain situations, I felt afraid when I was with you. You looked like you were shining brightly, but when I was with you, I felt like I was the one blocking that light,” he explained at length.Raellyn only gave a brief smile and closing her eyes momentarily, accepting Arsene’s honest explanation and simply taking it in.“You made the right choice,” she finally said. “Going back to your wife was the right thing to do.”Because in the end, they were just two lost souls colliding in a storm. Arsene, for all his flaws, was still a decent man. Despite his betrayal, he chose to take responsibility. He return

She hoped that her mother-in-law could somehow fill the void left by her mother, who had passed away years ago. If she could build something that genuine, she would be deeply grateful. Even if it was bold, even if it was naive, she still wanted to try. But dreams, she knew, were fragile things. Especially when reality sat before her, as intimidating and composed as Mrs. Chyntia.She realize reaching that point wouldn’t be easy. Even now, just sitting face to face with the woman carried a heavy, suffocating tension. Raellyn felt like a lost kitten who had wandered into a wolf’s den. Not because the woman was cruel or she meant any offense to her mother-in-law. It was merely a metaphor for the situation. She had no intention of being disrespectful. But because her presence was overwhelming. Powerful. Like she could dismantle Raellyn with a glance if she chose to.Still, she didn’t.Mrs. Chyntia sat with a kind of stillness that felt both graceful and guarded. She reached for her coffee

He had recognized the handwriting instantly. That looping, sharp cursive he had once studied in secret, in the margins of his mother's old diaries and that alone had compelled him to open and read the contents. Though the message was clearly addressed to Raellyn, he couldn't stop himself from tearing it open and reading it in full. At that point, Arnav could hardly believe how reckless Raellyn had been.He realized he might have been too lenient with his wife. Unlike with Clarissa, his treatment of Raellyn had been far more relaxed. He had granted her a great deal of freedom. Stipulated in their prenuptial agreement, no less simply because he had promised not to go back on his word. But it seemed Raellyn had taken advantage of that loophole to act entirely on her own, without any regard for control.Given how many lines she had crossed, it was clear Arnav had to act. Cause she had broken the rules.In the end, there was no other option but to confront her directly. He instructed one o

“There’s nothing left to explain,” Arnav replied coldly. “My decision is final. This is your punishment for crossing a line that was never yours to cross.”Perhaps this was the best course of action. He believed this was necessary. He needed to discipline his wife, to prevent her from acting recklessly. He knew very well that Raellyn was nothing like Clarissa but without the occasional whip of consequence, she would never understand and she would continue to blur the lines. Sometimes, the customs and principles ingrained in his family were far more effective than mere words, especially words that people often refused to hear.“No,” Raellyn hissed, with the word was fierce with conviction. “The dinner party will go on. I will not cancel it.”Arnav’s eyes flashed with warning. His teeth clenched, his chest rising and falling in measured fury. Deep inside, he was already arguing with himself. Searching for any wise response, any fair action he could take to deal with Raellyn’s rebellion.