All Chapters of THE DEVIL'S TRAP: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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

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 morning knocked from the sheer curtains of her apartment and gently caressed her cheeks. Margarita woke up and went out to see Mateo standing on the patio, looking at the blank road, lost in his thoughts. She was about to wish him good morning when her eyes landed on his phone, displaying Laila’s missed calls.Laila called him five times and dropped several messages, but he didn’t check his phone. Is he ignoring her?“Good morning,” Margarita smiled.“Good morning,” Mateo summoned a smile.“Something bothering you?”He shook his head with no clue; Margarita had already seen the phone screen. “You expect me to forgive myself, and did you forgive her?”Mateo didn’t bother to look at her, “Who, Margi?”Margarita lifted his phone and showed him.“Why are you ignoring her?” He rolled his eyes and tried to get his phone when the phone buzzed again.Margarita picked up the call and said hello to Laila. It’s been years since Margarita didn’t talk to her. Mateo makes sure nobody knows her

Panic switches off her highest mind. Her hands automatically acted, and her foot pressed the gas at its loftiest. “Samson,” she looked at him.She pulled her scarf from her neck and pressed his wound.“Hold it tight.” She couldn’t be more thankful to her brother for this lifetime. She could never expect her old car would sustain this long. Just when she thanked her brother sincerely, a black truck approached next, sliding its window and pointing a gun toward her.The peer exchanged between them, and she could hear her heart thudding in her mouth. She tried to press the gas, but the traffic ahead on the highway didn’t give her the window to cross this one.“Samson,” she whispered in dread, and the next moment the man shot, pointing at her. But the bullet never reached her head. It bounced back from the tinted window itself.“Fuck, it’s bulletproof glass.” Her hands were shivering, and her eyes flickered, witnessing her death close enough. She could only read those frustrated lips abusi

Margarita went out to the nearest store in the chilly weather. The breeze was enough to warn her to finish whatever she had in mind, return home, and snuggle herself into a thick blanket. She could not use her car for the time being. She picked up some clothes and other necessary items and returned in time.Hastily she tried to get into her apartment before anyone saw her, but there Lorenzo caught her.“Hey, Margarita,”“How are you?”“I am good.” Margarita stood at the ajar door, not letting him take another peek at what was happening in her home.“You found someone?” Lorenzo wiggled his brows.“Someone?”“I saw you two last night.” It reminded her how Samson hid his face while kissing her neck.“Yeah, yeah,” she answered, trying her best to get rid of him.“Who is he?”She hesitated to answer, “A friend,”“A friend? Or a boyfriend?”“Both,” she bit her tongue, holding the paper bags.“Do you need help?”“Oh, no, no. I can handle this.” She was stuttering and regretted for not wearin