บททั้งหมดของ THE DEVIL'S TRAP: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

“Hello, brother,” Margarita bit her nails. She was about to tell Mateo about her travel plan.“Margi, how are you?”“I am good. So I wanted to tell you something.” Mateo was busy arranging documents in his office when he received Margi’s call.“I am going on a trip.”“That’s great, with your friends?” Mateo coolly added, without gazing at the screen.“With Samson.” His hands dropped the documents, and he immediately picked up his phone.“What did you say?”“Samson,” she muttered under her breath.“The patient.” She bobbed. Mateo knew about Samson, as mentioned by Azra. But he had to pretend in front of Margarita.The way her eyes sparkled for this trip. It’s been a long time since he saw her excited about something.“Yes, are you angry at me?”Mateo smiled, looking at her sister, still scared to choose her happiness from her brother’s opinion.“What if I say no? Would you still go with him?” Margarita bit her lips, and the twinkle dimmed immediately. She shook her head and respected M

The vehicle comes to a rest in front of a small house. Margarita’s eyes devoured the beautiful sight. The roof had protected the house over the ages, and the diminished paint told the strength it would preserve for many a time. Was she expecting something grand? Something big? But why would an old lady need a lavish residence when she could have the warmth and hope between these magnificent walls? Indeed, her son could give her a ravishing, well-equipped home, but it would not have been his childhood remembrances. Samson stayed and took that beautiful sight into his mind; maybe he was comparing it with the last time he came here.“This is...” He whispered and glanced at Margarita.“Your home.” She concluded those words lingered in his throat.He smiled and looked along.“It’s beautiful.”Samson hopped out and ran towards the porch to knock at the door that never forgets his touch. Margarita saw the yearning, the melting of emotions dragged that little boy he hid for so long. It is tru

Margarita came inside, adoring the warmth these four walls offered her. It feels like home after a long time. A home away from home, primarily because of Mummo and Laura.She remembered Laila, Kiara, and Tristy and how they fought each other.After Kiara’s death, Mateo never allowed Laila to come near Margarita. He was torturing her in his way, but she knew he loved her.Every day, she prayed for Mateo’s heart to melt for Laila and to realize he loved her.Samson followed her, mulling over the thoughts of Laura’s drastic change. How come here killing Margarita instinct changed into protecting her?“Sammy, grab some blankets. It’s going to get cold.” His mother called him, and he turned and passed his goodnights but didn’t want her to leave so soon when he could use this time to be with her.“Goodnight.” Margarita took the time window to go inside and settle on the bed. She looked blankly at the ceiling. She was in his home, the man who shook her to the core and challenged her like any

It was said the feeling of love would make you a new person. The effort you put yourself out to heal and become a new being can only happen when you are heading toward falling in love. The faith to sustain this relationship builds again, and you feel precious once again.Margarita and Samson feel the same way. They kept themselves out in the challenging scenario and healed those broken and shattered pieces with each other’s presence. She has never been in love before and never wanted to fall in love with a man who belongs to the mafia world. But how long is she going to deny her fate? That gooey feeling when she saw her made her blush, but none of them confessed their heart, still figuring out if the feelings were real or were merely an attraction to getting along.Samson never felt this attraction, but he had strange appealed since he saw her five years back. She was the one who drove him crazy enough to go against Capo and stay in Milan for another night, and now she was showing the

As the door flung open, Margarita’s mercury orbs collided with a pair of similar spheres. Her smile spread when her mother looked up at her.She stopped glancing at him because she wanted to acquire his feature for more than the designated time. She shambled towards the open arms of her mom and snuggled into a deep warmth called home. With no words but ample tears, they exchanged the pain for being so far all this time.Adele caressed her daughter’s hair, complaining she didn’t take care of herself. As her flawless skin turned a shade pale, Margarita was mesmerized seeing her mom still look as beautiful as she was yesterday. The same feature and dominating aura could put every devil of this house on their knees.“Papa,” Margi whispered in her ears, stealing a curt glance at the man lying on the white bed.“Oh! Don’t worry. I think he wanted to announce the time for you to come back to him.” Adele winked. Margarita chuckles through her tears, watching Adele roll her eyes.“Mom,”“What?