All Chapters of The Man I Kissed Became My Father-in-law: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 02Elowen’s POVI had always imagined how it would look when I finally eloped, and it was nothing like this.Now— I was standing alone in the middle of the night, wondering if I'd just thrown away the only place I had left to go.Ethan was supposed to be here. He was supposed to be the one waiting for me.He was late.I checked the time on my phone for the fifth time.11:46 p.m.I stared at the empty road ahead of me, my suitcase resting at my feet and my phone showing the same unanswered message I had sent nearly four hours ago. We don't have much time. Let's leave tonight.He had read it. He just hadn't replied. ‘I'm here. Where are you?’Sent.A tired sigh escaped my lips as my palm covered my face. I was deep in thoughts, until a car passed. I thought it was him, but it wasn't. Well… maybe his phone died before he could reply. Maybe something happened. Or he's finding a hard time leaving without getting noticed. My mind scrambled for every possible excuse… making me

Chapter 04Elowen's POVWhat a blessed-fucked day it was on a Thursday morning!Yay, it was my wedding day—more like my auction day. Unfortunately, the night before… I had walked straight back into a den of wolves.The people waiting for me weren't exactly worried about whether I was okay, where I had spent the night, or why I looked so broken.They only cared about how badly I had messed up their plans.How I had embarrassed them.How my little attempt at running away had disgraced our family's name before the in-laws.I spent most of the night crying, cursing, and convincing myself to keep going. Eventually, I came to one conclusion: it was better to live with someone whose condition wouldn't let him treat me like trash.Now, I stood before the huge vanity, staring at the exhausted woman in the mirror. “Smile.”I almost turned around to see who Mother was talking to. Then I remembered. Me.Apparently, I was supposed to smile on my wedding day. I looked down at the simple short

Elowen's POVBy morning, I had replayed the events of the previous night enough times to know one thing.I never wanted to think about it again.Unfortunately, the Moretti manor didn't seem to share my plans.The servants had seen me leaving Damon's room, and judging by the strange looks I received that morning, the story had already found its way through half the house.I tried to ignore it.After all, I hadn't done anything wrong.I had only gotten lost in a ridiculously large mansion. They couldn't seriously expect me to know every nook and cranny of the house when I'd just gotten here.I had barely stepped into the hallway when an old looking lady walked up to me. She looked strict. Like she was a no-nonsense person, and immediately I wanted to know who she was.“Mrs. Moretti.”Her tone was polite. But her expression wasn't. “I hope you slept well.”“Yes—”“Allow me to introduce myself,” she interrupted. My mouth closed instantly.Not like she needed permission from me to say an

Elowen's POVThe next morning wasn't a pleasant one. I woke up pissed at nothing in particular. Or maybe this whole place was actually sickening, and all I wanted that morning was to get the hell out of the damn house. I had barely been long enough to learn where the dining room was, while also ignoring the fact that everyone seemed to have an opinion about me.Before I left my room, I genuinely cried. Or at least, I came close to it.The disheartening image of my ex with another woman kept replaying in my mind. I still couldn't believe everything that had happened. There was no way I'd know if he'd tried to reach me. I'd blocked him everywhere that same night.Then Zoe's accusations replayed in my head. Especially where she claimed I didn't love Leo.She wasn't wrong at all. There was no way I would love Leo. He was just my escape route. That was all he would ever be.But the idea of a complete stranger feeling entitled to judge me irritated me even more. And all these were due to

Damon's POVI had spent years learning how to ignore distractions.Apparently, Mrs. Moretti was going to be a problem.I stared at the document on my desk, but the words on the page made no sense. My concentration wasn't any better. Bare feet. Messy hair. Night robe. Confused expression. Every detail about her remained vivid in my mind. Anytime I looked away from the documents, my mind returned to her. The first time had been a mistake. I could accept that.But the second time? That was harder to explain.Then there was the bar. My jaw tightened. I had no business remembering how her lips had tasted on mine. I had concluded it was a drunken mistake, or at least, that's what I'd told myself since the wedding. She's my son's wife.And I needed to set things straight.I pushed the thoughts asides and reached for my phone. “Send Elowen to my study. Alone.”A pause came from the other end. “Now?”My gaze hardened. “Did I say tomorrow?”Elowen's POV.It felt like I was back in colleg