All Chapters of Taming The Charming Director: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“So, you're the little sister I never knew I had? Turns out you're rather rude and lacking in manners.”Arnav’s voice sliced through the air, laced thickly with sarcasm as he finally broke his silence.“Don’t you dare try to provoke me, Arnav!” Louisa fired back, her tone a sharp warning. “I’ll admit, your appearance is admirable now, as it should be. You hold a high position, and yes, you’ve have a lot of money and got wealth. But your attitude as a son? A complete zero. How could you treat your own mother like this?”“Yes, I quite agree with you, my dear little sister,” Arnav replied smoothly, his smile dangerously charming. “It’s just one of my bad habits, I suppose. Quite difficult to correct when you grow up without the guidance of both parents, don’t you think?”Louisa’s eyes widened at his unabashed bluntness. In stark contrast, Arnav bared his perfect white teeth in a victorious grin, clearly savoring the silence that followed. No one else dared utter another cutting word.“Se

Raellyn’s lips pressed together, the sting in Louisa’s voice slicing through her calm. Still, she held her composure.“Then you should also understand that pain doesn’t give you permission to repeat it,” she said, her tone like steel wrapped in silk. “This isn’t about who hurt more. This is about what’s right, and what’s respectful.”Louisa opened her mouth again, but George finally stepped in.“That’s enough, Lou,” he said gently, but firmly. “This isn’t helping.”He turned to Raellyn, sighing. “You’re right. We came too suddenly. That was our mistake. But Chyntia, she’s lived with regret for years. And seeing Arnav again... it matters more to her than she knows how to say.”Raellyn nodded slowly. She glanced at her husband, who still hadn’t spoken. His face was unreadable, but his eyes... they were turbulent, unreadable. A storm held behind glass.She reached for his hand under the table. He flinched but didn’t pull away.“I’m not your enemy,” she whispered, only loud enough for him

Arnav scoffed, leaning back slightly. “Of course not. What would be the point? Doing anything would be a waste of time. It wouldn’t change a damn thing.”“But sometimes situations like this trigger old wounds,” she said gently, “when old wounds get reopened, people act on impulse. They lash out. Even good people. Sometimes, they cross a line, hoping it’ll make them feel better.”She paused, watching him. “Some characters in films do reckless things in moments like this. Things that break the law. Things that break themselves. And you know? people who go too far because they can’t hold the pain anymore.”Arnav gave her a sideways glance, the corner of his mouth lifting in tired amusement. “I know you’re a screenwriter, but that… that sounds like something straight out of a clichéd movie script.”She smiled at that, a flicker of warmth amid the storm. “You never did like those stories, did you?”Her mind flashed back to the first time they’d met during a meeting to discuss one of her sc

Arnav could feel it. The peculiar contrast of warmth and coolness radiating from her porcelain skin the moment his fingers brushed against it. It was like touching something sacred and forbidden all at once, a paradox that only made her more intoxicating. His movements were unhurried, deliberate, yet there was a growing intensity in the way his hands pressed into certain places, tracing her body. Those parts of her body he could reach and claim. His hands pressed a little deeper in places he had memorized long ago, places he knew would make her tremble. A pair of eyes stared back at him, eyes glazed with something between surrender and silent pleading. She was already adrift in the tide of longing, limbs soft, fingers wrapped lightly around his arms without any intent of resistance. His wife was already lost in the whirlpool of desire, her hands responding to his touch yet unmoving, with no intention of pulling away.Her lips trembled, as though aching to plead for mercy, or more ju

His answer was another sharp thrust that made her cry out again, her fingers digging into his skin."Then beg again," he hissed, pulling back just slightly to look at her flushed, disheveled face. “Beg for me like you did earlier.”“Arnav…” Her voice trembled, lips parted, eyes glazed."Say it." His tone was sharp, but laced with want dark and starved. “Tell me how badly you need this.”“I—I can’t…” she whimpered, voice catching in her throat.“Can’t, or won’t?”He slowed just slightly and she writhed in frustration, biting her lip, her brows furrowed with tension.“Fine,” she breathed. “I need it. I need you. Don’t stop… please, don’t stop.”That was all he needed.A low curse spilled from his lips as he leaned down again, kissing her fiercely, devouring her moans, her pleas, her soul. His hips resumed their brutal rhythm, and all Raellyn could do was hold on. There was nothing steady beneath her except the weight of his body, and even that felt like it was constantly shifting, tilti