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Chapter 43: Rain...does it make you sad
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THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 44: She signed my death with those mercury orbs
The silent strokes of gushing air against her skin gave her a glimmer of a memory lane. How much she loved to enjoy the rain with her family. And when it thunders, she snuggles in her daddy’s arm. A lamentable smile summoned on her lips, but the eyes never lied the ache she felt.“Do you think rain makes everyone sad?”Samson looked out. He had never had any passionate connection like her. Or maybe he was so busy never conceded these droplets of water could carry thousands of memories.“Why would you say that?”“Not sure, but it looks gloomy. These clouds, storm thunder,” she explained.“It is about perception. Miss. Costello,”Observing her name from his mouth brought her focus to him. She never thought he would call her by her last name. Her silent eyes didn’t know what more to expect from the person sitting next to her sharing the same couch. He was the one who gave her the hope of redemption, and he was the same one who took it away just like this storm; Her inside was cringing in
THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 45: I am not the right person for you.
That was not the first time she had coffee by the window, looking out at the greenery her society authority had planted. But today was something different. She could feel the warm gaze of Samson resting on her face, scanning the skin he had never done before.“Have you thought about it?” She was still under the influence of medication and didn’t want to start the conversation. For a long time, her mornings were mainly silent and mostly filled with the churning leftover thoughts from the last nights.With a minimum of no words, she wanted to feel this morning with another being with her.“About?” She didn’t even bother to look at him. Maybe she didn’t want to get addicted to him to stay and spend time like this where he tried to talk, and she listened to him.“About our sessions.” But the reality was not as beautiful and silent as the relaxing morning. She finally shifted her gaze and locked with his to answer the unanswered questions of their surplus conversation from the last night.
THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 46: We are going to the pub
The evening sun glistered across the cloudy sky, and she saw someone calling her Jellybean. It was homely. It discerns that someone is calling from her home. She turned, and the man stood on his feet, covered with a big teddy bear and a bouquet. Her eyes flickered with happiness, and the next note was filled with joyful tears when he showed his face.That beautifully sculpted face and those mocha brown eyes smiling at her.“Brother,” she jumped in his arms like a seven-year-old girl.He outstretched his arms wide, caught her frame, and gave her the warmest hug she had missed for the past few months. More than expected, she snuggled herself into his warmth. He was her home, her safe place, and never in this world would she feel secure other than in his. The blissful breeze after the storm brought happiness into her life. Her tears turn into mute, happy sobs. He lifted her head and pecked a kiss to let her know he was there whenever she needed him. “Why are you crying?”She sobbed and w
THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 47: Be my guest
Margarita prepared herself in a black dress and changed her uncomplicated makeup into smokey eyes, emphasizing her mercury orbs.“You have the same eyes as mum,” Mateo pinched the bridge of her nose. He prepared himself with a white blazer and a silver Rolex in his hand, perfectly slicked hair, and a killer smile. They stepped down the stairs as he signaled his man to bring the car for them.“Thank you, and you look good.” She complimented, in minimum words. He turned and cupped her shoulder.“Margi, it’s okay to admit your brother is the most handsome man,”“It’s okay to tell him you are the best brother and the most handsome man.” He teased. She rolled her eyes, “Touche,”She chuckled and pulled his arm into her. “You know how self-obsessed you look when you talk like this. Besides, you could be the best man after.”He looked at her, annoyed, “I know, don’t say the name.”She showed her bunny teeth and whispered, “My dad, Decker Costello.”He tickled her, “I know, and you don’t need
THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 48: She is sitting with a man
After facing persistent denials from Margarita, Samson headed out to his pub. He needed to analyze the accounts and other stuff and thought it was a reasonable way to engage his mind away from her. He was figuring out about fixing things between Margarita and him for the entire ride. What went wrong that made her so mad at him? But little did he realize it was he who knew her and recognized her face, but that night she was drunk enough not to remember his features at all. It was a faded memory he remembers, and how could he expect her to know the details?She would not trust him when all she saw was a chaotic person, a monster in him. Should he give up? No, he should make more effort to get her back, or yes, there was no way he was ready to handle another woman in his life, but he felt himself when she was with him.It was a challenging determination to find his way out. For now, he let go of her and resisted the urge to get her back into his life. He called Antonio, who returned to t
THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 49: Jealousy
“Hello, doc,”Margarita turned to look at the source standing behind her in the dim lights. She rumpled her eyes to get a clear view of the silhouette calling her name, as he knew her well. Could it be Mateo? But he never called her doctor. She stood there waiting for him to reveal his face.“Hello doc, how are you?” He extended his hand like a perfect gentleman.“Antonio,” Margarita’s lips twirled up naturally, seeing a familiar face.“What a pleasant surprise? What are you doing here?” He questioned.She smiled, “Well, I thought to take a break from my boring life and refresh my mind with some music and drinks.”“That’s good to know. You chose the best of the place, I guess.” Antonio added confidently.“How do you know? Do you frequently visit here with your friends?”Antonio laughed and shook his head.“This is our pub.”A surprise claimed her face. “You own this place?”“Yes, Samson and I.” She looked around; Mateo was still chatting with Shanaya, ready to win his bet.“That says
THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 50: I am not perfect
Samson settled in front of his wheels, watching the crowds leaving and entering the pub. Life goes on, but something inside him has stopped. It still revivified the morning scene in his mind, the way she came to ask him questions and the words she spoke when she was lost in her world. He shifted back and sighed.What is happening to him? Why is he eager to follow her? Isn’t there a time when he didn’t like her and wanted those seven days to be over, and today he tried to chase the same woman? What changes in between? Why does it feel like they both had the same pain? The song that made him cry would be the same lyrics she would hum for herself.He clutched his head and pulled his hair back to his head, unable to decide whether to follow her or return to the pub.The impasse was eating him alive. One of his parts wanted to follow her, confront her. But another one slid back and warned him not to follow his foolish heart, which, once again, wanted to seek happiness.He came out, closed
THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 52: Who is Samson?
“Who is Samson?” Mateo questioned without sifting through his memory.Margarita gave him a blank look, thinking he caught her red-handed, but she remembered he mentioned him in their earlier conversation. Her stiff expression loosened a bit when she answered him back while opening the door.“I told you about him. He was my patient. Remember?”“He used to send messages in the middle of the night?”Mateo blurted, without giving it a second thought. “He is an insomniac, and I told him to talk to someone he trusts.”Margarita added in a low tone, accepting in the back of her mind Samson came asking for help, and she denied it.“He is just a patient.” Her tone was more persuasive to Mateo, but it was more like she was ensuring herself about her decision. Mateo absorbed every word she was presenting to him.“Besides, my sessions were over with him.” She walked inside, followed by Mateo.“Okay,” He cleared his throat.They went inside and changed their clothes, settled on the patio. The weat
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Margarita looked out at the moon, standing next to the fountain. The breeze played with her long curls, emphasizing the coldness. She was not expecting her dad to reveal the situation like this. She heard the footsteps approaching in her direction, and she was not willing to talk to anyone right now. She rushed towards the garden, thinking she could hide. “Margarita,” a voice brushed in her ears, and the goosebumps started to crawl out from her skin. She didn’t turn because she knew she would look weak and vulnerable in front of Samson. Margarita’s fingers tightened around the edge of her dress, her knuckles turning white. She could sense Samson’s presence behind her, the weight of his gaze, the unspoken words that hung in the air between them. But she remained committed, determined to protect herself from the pain that had once shattered her world. “I know... I have never missed an opportunity to hurt you, but we both know how much...” Samson whispered close to her ear; she turned
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Three of them went inside. Samson could feel the resilience aura coming his way from Mateo. His presence might have been accepted by the Italian don but by the brother of Margarita Costello.The room was filled with a tense silence as Decker’s sharp gaze fell on Samson, his expression unreadable. Mateo stood by, observing the interaction between the two men.“Samson,” Decker’s voice was steady, his tone devoid of any warmth.“How are you now?”“I am... better,” Decker gestured toward a chair, indicating for Samson to sit. As they settled around a table, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation.“Mateo, could you please call everyone? Our friend here came to have dinner with us,” Decker instructed, his eyes never leaving Samson.Mateo nodded and left the room, leaving Samson and Decker alone for a moment. The silence was tangible, and Samson could feel the weight of Decker’s scrutiny on him.The silence filled with the click of glass when Decker poured whiskey into two glasses and dr
THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 159: The end of the villain
Master’s cold eyes flickered with intense emotion. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers interlaced, and recounted his side of the story.“It all started when you shot Elijah, leaving him to die.” That sight was still crisp in Master’s mind, watching his son bathed in his own blood pool.Master’s voice was low and filled with bitterness.He paused for a moment, his gaze distant as he relived the memories of that fateful day. “Elijah’s condition only fueled my rage further. He was left paralyzed, and I couldn’t bear to see my son suffer like that.”“The pain of watching our son consumed my wife, and she chose to die by taking her life. I lost everything that day, and the pain consumed me because of you.” Master’s eyes didn’t flicker from Decker’s face.“I wanted revenge, and I wanted Decker to suffer as I had suffered. So, I searched for the worst criminals, those who would carry out my bidding without question. That’s when I found Vasco Ivankov and helped him establish the Spanish
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THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 157: His justice
The thick scarlet liquid dripped from the on the wooden floor, slithering down at the Master’s shoe. He finished, placed his cigar back on the ashtray, and looked sideways to see the lifeless body of Capo on his patio. His face twisted in disgust and anger. He looked at the man who had once been his friend, his ally, but was now nothing more than a hindrance to his plans. “Your blood stains my patio, making it dirty,” he muttered, his voice cold and devoid of any remorse.“I thought your son was better than you, but these Costello bitches always win the men with their charm,” he greeted, his teeth watching over Elijah as he made his way to the patio.“Don’t look at me like this,” Master rolled his eyes, watching Elijah’s judgemental eyes.Capo’s phone started to buzz on the coffee table, displaying the name “Samson” on the screen, but Master didn’t bother to pick up. He threw the phone aside, frustrated by the turn of events. His plan to defeat Decker and take control of the underworl
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THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 155: Forgiveness
The morning sun gently streamed through the curtains, waking Sarah from her restless slumber. As she opened her eyes, she saw Margi sitting beside her, her face filled with concern.“Hey,” Margi said softly, “How are you feeling?”Sarah mustered a weak smile. “Better, I guess. Thanks for taking care of me.”Margi nodded, her heart heavy with the weight of everything that had transpired. “Of course, Sarah. I’ll always be here for you.”Tears welled up in Sarah’s eyes as she looked at Margi. “I’m so sorry, Margi. I never meant for any of this to happen.”Margi reached out and gently squeezed Sarah’s hand. “It’s not your fault, Sarah. None of us could have foreseen any of this.”Sarah’s voice quivered as she spoke, “Will you ever be able to forgive Dominic?”Margi looked at her friend, unsure if she could ever find it in her heart to forgive the man who had caused her so much pain. “I... I don’t know if I can forgive him,” she admitted, her voice filled with uncertainty and vulnerability
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Margi looked down at her trembling hands, her dress stained with blood and dirt. One part of her heart was relieved. Sarah is safe and under the doctor’s observation. Her mind drifted back to that horrifying day when she witnessed her brother Ethan’s tragic end. The image of him being engulfed by bullets haunted her, and her own screams echoed in her ears. She felt the guilt creeping in, wondering why it was always her loved ones who suffered while she managed to survive.Aslan’s face flashed before her eyes, his hazel eyes filled with love and happiness just hours before his life was taken from him. The memory of his gentle smile and the promise of a new life together crushed her heart. She couldn’t bear the thought that she was with him in his last moments, and yet she couldn’t save him.“Why does it always have to be them? Why can’t I protect the ones I love?” Margi whispered to herself, her voice filled with desperation.Amid her thoughts, Antonio extended a glass of water towards
THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 153: Refuge
The road ahead seemed uncertain and dark. The headlights of the car cut through the night, illuminating the winding path before them, but it did little to dispel the heaviness in their hearts.In the silence of the car, broken only by the sound of the engine and the soft hum of tires on the road, Margi and Sarah couldn’t help but contemplate the shattered trust that lay between them and Dominic.Margi skimmed in her direction and knew how the pain etched on Sarah’s face. The dry tears and blank eyes were a reflection of the shattered trust that mirrored her own feelings. Looking at Sarah, Margi saw a reflection of her own heartache, and she knew that they both shared a similar pain.“Do you love him?” Margi asked, her voice soft and understanding, knowing the weight of that question.Sarah hesitated for a moment, her lower lip trembling with fear of revealing the truth. She squeezed her eyes and swallowed the truth without uttering them in words.Margi knew the ache of loving someone
