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Bound By Chaos

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last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-01
By:  Sabrina NoelleOngoing
Language: English
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Contemporary

Comedy

Action

Alpha

Independent

Protective

Weak to Strong

Forgiveness

Twist

Libby did everything right. She testified. She ran. She rebuilt a quiet life for herself and her little sister, Emma—one where monsters stayed buried and love felt possible again. Then Matteo Moretti walked into her world. Protective. Sharp-tongued. Dangerous in all the ways that make a woman feel safe. With him, Libby starts to believe in something fragile and terrifying: a future. Until the man who destroyed her childhood escapes prison. When Emma vanishes from school in the middle of the day, Libby’s worst fear becomes reality. The danger wasn’t gone—it was watching. Waiting. Planning. Now Matteo must use every ruthless skill he’s ever learned to hunt down a man who believes blood is ownership and love is control. Because this time, the cost isn’t just Libby’s heart. It’s a child’s life. A gripping romantic suspense about obsession, survival, and the kind of love that doesn’t just promise forever, it fights for it. Perfect for readers who love high-stakes danger, found family, protective heroes, and edge-of-your-seat emotional payoffs.

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33 Chapters
Prologue (Matteo)
The bell over the door jingles and, naturally, I assume it’s another mom-with-a-stroller coming to buy the same three Colleen Hoover books we restock hourly. I don’t look up. I’m in mourning. Deep, profound, operatic mourning and sulking. Not that I’d ever admit to sulking. Moretti men don’t sulk, we brood, we glower, we stare into the middle distance like tragic Italian statues. It's been a whole month since Mariela “I-just-want-something-casual” broke up with me because apparently I was “getting too serious.” Me. Matteo Moretti. The man who spent the better part of a decade treating relationships like dessert samples. The man who once forgot a woman’s name while still kissing her. The man who could’ve seduced a marble statue if given ten minutes and a bottle of wine. Too serious? Laughable. Except it wasn’t. It isn’t because for the first time in my entire adult life, I didn’t want casual. Mariela was different. She didn’t look at me like I was a Moretti. She didn’t look at m
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Chapter One (Libby)
A month after the bookstore incident I’m starting my morning the way I do most of the time: late. I drop my little sister, Emma, at the bus stop with a hug, a reminder not to climb anything taller than herself, and an “I love you, please don’t get suspended again.” Then I sprint back to my battered Honda that wheezes a little too dramatically when I turn the key.My shoes are dying. Literally peeling apart at the toe like they’re trying to speak to me.I’m also dying. Figuratively. Hopefully.Life was fine a year ago. It wasn't glamorous or easy but at least it was balanced. I had been in my junior year of college, had a boyfriend, and was working part time. Then everything happened with Dad and the world split open.Now I’m twenty-four with an eight-year-old to raise, two jobs, and a sleep schedule held together with prayer and caffeine. Some mornings I can almost pretend I’m adjusting. This is not one of them.The diner comes into view, glowing with its flickering neon sign: MILLIE
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Chapter Two (Matteo)
Lunch rush at the diner is normally my favorite spectator sport. There’s chaos, yelling, sizzling grease, people crying over ranch dressing. Feels like home but today I’m here for one reason. Okay, one woman.Fine. One very stressed, very pretty woman with a name tag that says LIBBY and an expression that alternates between sunshine and I might commit a crime.I stroll in, hands in my pockets, feeling good. I’m excited like a school boy having a play date with his crush and then I see her. My heart pauses.Not in a romantic way, let’s not get dramatic, but in the oh holy shit she looks like she’s been hit by three natural disasters way.Her uniform is rumpled. Her hair is barely in a bun, and her shoe is duct-taped. Actually duct-taped.I bite the inside of my cheek because my first reaction is laughter, but the second is this uncomfortable twist in my chest I don’t want to analyze.She steps up to the counter to ring me up, and she looks dead behind the eyes.“Rough day?” I ask light
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Chapter Three (Libby)
By the time we get back to the diner, my head is pounding. Emma is sitting in the booth nearest the register, swinging her legs and coloring on the kids’ menu. Her backpack is beside her, spilling crayons like she tried to outrun them earlier. I figured if she’s busy in the diner she won’t bother Matteo while he jumps my car.“LIBBY! Did you know the school has a turtle? His name is Pancake!”I smooth her hair back, my hands still shaky from the call with the principal.“That’s great, bug. Give me one minute, okay? I’m just going to watch Matteo fix the car and I’ll be right back. It won’t take long.”Emma nods hard enough to risk whiplash and goes back to coloring.“Alright,” he says, eyes landing on my duct-taped shoe like it personally offended him. “Let’s go resurrect your car.”Mortification washes over me. Suddenly I just want him gone. I don’t want to be judged or pitied.“I—I can do it,” I insist too quickly. “You don’t have to waste your time—”He raises an eyebrow.“Libby. T
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Chapter Four (Libby)
I wake up to silence.No alarm.No blaring reminder.Just the soft, terrifying quiet that tells me I’ve already screwed up. My eyes snap open, and I grab my phone off the nightstand.7:42.“Oh my God.”I bolt upright so fast the room tilts. My heart is already racing, panic flooding my veins as I throw the blanket off and stumble out of bed. Emma has to be at school by eight-thirty. I have to be at the diner by nine.I’m already late.“Emma!” I call, yanking open my dresser drawer. “Emma, we’re late—up, now!”No response. Of course. I drag on clean-ish jeans, tug a shirt over my head, and shove my feet into shoes without socks. My hair gets twisted into a messy knot that barely holds. No makeup. No time. I rush into the living room, already bracing myself.Emma is still on the couch. In the same clothes as yesterday. Sprawled upside down, watching cartoons like the world isn’t actively on fire.“Emma,” I say, sharper than I mean to. “Why aren’t you dressed?”She looks at me like this
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Chapter Five (Matteo)
I wake up when my body decides it’s done sleeping.No alarm. No urgency. Just sunlight slanting through the curtains and the faint, distant knowledge that I don’t actually have to be anywhere at a specific time. I roll over once. Twice. Consider getting up. Then don’t.When I finally do, it’s unhurried. I take a shower and drink some coffee. I choose a shirt that doesn’t require ironing because nothing in my life requires ironing anymore. I check my phone. No missed calls. No emergencies. No one angry that I’m late.A tragedy, really.I stroll into the bookstore sometime midmorning, hands in my pockets, already grinning because I know exactly what face Sofia is going to make when she sees me.She looks up from the counter and sighs like I’ve personally ruined her day just by existing.“Nice of you to join us,” she says.I glance at my watch. “I’m early in at least one time zone.”She rolls her eyes. “You’re late.”“Counterpoint,” I say cheerfully. “I’m here at all.”She mutters someth
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Chapter Six (Libby)
The apartment is too loud for how small it is. Emma is everywhere. She is spinning in the living room, hopping from cushion to cushion, singing something she’s clearly making up as she goes. She laughs at her own jokes, asks me if penguins have knees, then immediately wants to know if knees can get tired.I sit on the edge of the couch, phone balanced in my hands, scrolling through job listings that all blur together after the first three.Part-time.Flexible availability required.Competitive pay.Competitive with what? Survival?I fill out one application. Then another. My thumb cramps, my eyes burn, and Emma keeps talking like she’s afraid silence might swallow her whole.“Libby, what if I became a singer but only sang in the shower?”“Libby, do you think teachers sleep at school?”“Libby—”“Emma,” I snap, sharper than I mean to. “Please be quiet for just one minute.”She freezes.Her smile falters. Her bottom lip wobbles, and I see it happen—the moment she decides she’s done tryin
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Chapter Seven (Matteo)
She doesn’t say hello right away.I hear movement on the other end of the line—soft footsteps, a door opening, the faint creak of something old and tired. Then Emma’s voice drifts through the phone, sleepy and slurred.“Libby?”“I’m here,” Libby whispers. “Eyes closed, okay?”There’s fabric rustling. A pause. Then—“Love you.”“I love you more,” Libby says, voice gentle in a way that hits me straight in the chest.The line goes quiet again, except for distant apartment noises. Finally, I hear the door open and close, followed by night air.“I’m outside,” she says. “Sorry.”“It’s okay,” I tell her, and mean it.There’s a moment where neither of us speaks. Not awkward—just careful. Like we both know this conversation matters.“I’m not happy about this,” she says finally. No preamble. No apology. “If I wasn’t desperate, I wouldn’t have called you.”The words sting but they don’t surprise me.“I figured,” I say gently.She exhales, sharp and shaky. “I don’t want you thinking this means so
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Chapter Eight (Libby)
By the time Matteo steps away to take a call, my hands have stopped shaking.Not completely but enough that I trust them.The bookstore is quieter than the diner ever was. No plates clattering. No orders shouted from the kitchen. There’s only the soft hum of the lights and the whisper of pages turning when customers browse.I like it more than I expect to.A woman approaches the counter with a stack of books and a look that says she’s already annoyed about something. I straighten instinctively, shoulders pulling back, smile sliding into place.“Hi,” I say. “Did you find everything okay?”She hesitates, thrown off but not because I’m rude, but because I’m calm. People always expect tension especially when they are in a bad mood.“Yes,” she says slowly. “Actually… yes.”I ring her up without fumbling. Apply the discount Sofia mentioned. Bag the books neatly. When the receipt prints, I tear it cleanly and hand it over.“Have a good afternoon.”She smiles on her way out.I exhale only aft
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Chapter Nine (Matteo)
Libby is usually precise.Not stiff—just deliberate. She lines receipts evenly. Straightens displays before they look messy. Notices when a customer needs help before they ask for it.Today, she’s off.She rings up the same book twice and doesn’t notice until the register beeps at her. She reshelves a paperback in hardcover. She keeps checking her purse like it might bite her.I lean against the counter and watch her for a minute before saying anything.“You okay?” I ask.“Yes,” she says immediately. Too fast.I hum. “That was a very convincing lie.”She stills. Shoulders rise. Then fall.She sighs and rubs a hand over her face. “Sofia overpaid me.”That gets my attention.“She gave me way too much,” Libby continues, voice low and tight. “I didn’t open the envelope until I got home. There’s… a lot in there. I need to give it back.”“Why?” I ask, genuinely confused.She looks at me like I’m the confusing one. “Because it’s not mine.”“It is,” I say.“No, Matteo,” she insists. “It’s not
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