All Chapters of THE DEVIL'S TRAP: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Kingdom rise and falls, history witnessed it all. There is always a warning before a storm. When words and thoughts started losing control of one, the king knew he was about to lose the throne.Capo sensed the warning, and something hinted at him; he was about to lose his throne soon if he didn’t control the one he created as havoc.Betrayal isn’t ridiculous, it’s the reason thousands of kings died, and empires burned to the ground. And today, when he saw the lady beside his harbinger of death, he knew eventually, his kingdom would fall. He made Samson, so he became what he is today. A mafia boss gets rich from suffering and death, the inhuman acts, and the despair he could create and feed on it. There is no place for emotions and love.And Margarita burned those thick walls he built over the years. Now that the warning has come, Capo needs a solution.If she was an ordinary woman, he would have Samson kill her just like the last one, but she seems competent enough. However, she still

Sitting alone, Samson skimmed down at the detailed plasters. His hand trailed on his left waist, caressing the bullet wound he picked up when he met Margarita at the airport.Locked himself in the mystery, his every anxiety accidentally solved by her. She has become the solution to his being.That night, she delivered him and handed over his life back. He would willingly sacrifice himself to preserve her life, but what about the feelings she demanded to share?There was misery in those moments, and he sensed the same when she left him after Capo’s arrival yesterday.She kept mentioning things that terrified the hell out of him. It was not simple for him to confess, but she felt he was hiding the truth.He missed her badly. He picked up his phone and dialed her number.“Hello,” her tender honey voice was the first he heard beside these beeping machines. He closed his eyes and imagined she was with him, close to his heart.“Mr. Ruffino,” the mention of his last name was not what he expe

“I will be careful,” Mateo hung up the call. He keeps posting updates to Decker. He needs to be cautious with every aspect. Even though Aslan saved Margi, Mateo ensured Azra dug out the reality under the rugs. Till now, he couldn’t find the association between Chase and Aslan. But he found Samson had a good affinity with Chase until he killed his younger brother brutally.Margarita is battling the dilemma of not being involved with this father-son duo.“Why do they want us to come over for dinner? What did dad say about it?” Margarita was still surprised to see Mateo agreed to this deal.“It’s time to build allies, Margi. What’s the big deal? It’s just a formal dinner,” Mateo added.“Dad knew about it. Besides, making friends is better than keeping enemies around you.”“But why would you want to be friends with another gang? Isn’t it dangerous?” The more she wanted to stay away from all the chaos, it seemed her destiny was written in the same ink.“You didn’t think when you agreed to

Mateo Paced the patio, lost in his thoughts when Margarita assessed him quietly. He was incensed, stressed, and strayed.“Is it Laila?” Margarita interrupted his train of thought. He stuttered for a moment but chose not to utter a word, just gifted a curd node.She waited for him to share, but getting no response, she understood he would not tell her, comprehending it was all his culpability.“Margi…” his feet halted, and she turned to skim his frowned face.“I am losing her.”“She may not forgive me this time.” Was that difficult to spill the truth? She warned him a thousand times, but he didn’t listen. She stood still while he stepped closer and held her stiff hands.“I can’t help you, brother. Maybe this is your lesson for not breaking her the way you did. You suffocate her.” Being his sister, she was supposed to understand his part, and for a moment, she did, but in the end, she was a woman. How long is she going to keep the blindfold?“What are you saying?”“Yes, I saw her. You p

Margarita sloppily closed her eyes, avoiding the panic thundering outside her cabin. She was enjoying this dark room when nobody would know her presence. That uncanny stillness consumed her focus, and she slid into memory lane and didn’t concede someone had entered those doors.The mind darted to the beat when she met him for the first time; stubborn as he was, pushing her away. And after all this time, he still held the upper hand in their relationship.“You should hide or call your guards, doc.” her senses flinched, but she didn’t open her eyes. What if this was an illusion?The air carried his collage, hinting it was not an illusion, but she held her poise with those close peers.Samson flinched, but the raised goosebumps on her neck and hand told him his presence was approved but not accepted openly.He craved that beauty-dripping face, mainly for that mercury orb to send a zap of shock through his thirsty senses.He clicked the cigarette lighter, and the glimmer of light fed on h