All Chapters of THE DEVIL'S TRAP: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Sleeping under the high sedatives, Samson didn’t remember when was the last time he had taken the rest.He continued to open his eyes as he started hearing the beeping of the machine brushing his eardrums. His blur vision fixated on the bright color, and soon his clear vision caught a frame weeping silently for him- his mother.The last thing he remembered was blacking out after meeting an accident.“Sammy,” the despair and dismay at her mother’s features were well settled looking at him. She could not expect more than that, that her son was falling like a house of cards. Besides, she doesn’t know at all why his son is suffering.“Mom,” he whispered, and without telling, she leaned closer and stuffed a pillow behind his head. The shooting pain in his hand insinuated he had wounded his hand bad enough.“Don’t strain. You have sore ribs, with a hairline fracture in your left hand.” Well, that settled for less because he was expecting more damage.“Drunk and drive, what more you expect,

After a long and eventful engagement day, the two families gathered together for dinner. Margarita couldn’t help but glance down at her engagement ring, its shimmer serving as a constant reminder of the hope she had placed in Aslan. Each beat of her heart carried a twinge of pain, knowing that Samson had witnessed and accepted her fate to be with Aslan. She had bound herself to a man who could never evoke the same depth of emotions she had experienced with Samson. The weight of her unrequited love pressed upon her, suffocating her dreams and aspirations. Throughout the day, she had worn a fake smile, her cheeks aching from the effort. However, Aslan, ever observant, stole glances at her face, sensing that something was amiss.In between conversations, Margarita sought solace in solitude, finding herself standing alone in the gazebo, the breeze offering a momentary respite. Aslan approached her, whispering softly, “Is everything all right?” He leaned closer, concerned for Margarita’s w

The boundaries had been firmly established, leaving no room for any further moments between the two broken hearts. Samson killed the engine, allowing the last echoes of the truck to mingle with the heavy air. Before he could gather the courage to face Margarita, she swiftly stepped out of the car, flung the door open, and hurriedly made her way towards the entrance of the store. Every second spent in Samson’s presence felt like a dagger twisting in her core. Ignoring her feelings was slowly suffocating her, and she knew she needed to summon every ounce of strength and willpower to let go.Samson hurried after her, quickly scanning the perimeter to ensure their safety before instructing his men to guard the area.“Keep me informed,” he commanded, entrusting the security to his capable team.Meanwhile, Margarita walked towards the reception area of the store, where a friendly lady in her late twenties greeted her with a warm smile, recognizing a potential client.“Miss Costello, welcome

Aslan and Margarita embarked on a quiet drive, the silence enveloping them as they listened to the conference updates. His hand entwined with hers, and he gently kissed the back of her hand, a tender gesture of affection.“Just a few more days, and you’ll be able to accompany me everywhere,” he remarked, his voice filled with anticipation. Margarita offered a faint smile, aware that her kiss had granted him a sense of ownership over her.“I’ll be happy to join you,” she replied, her voice tinged with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty.“I know,” Aslan responded, his words laced with confidence, as he directed the car toward the airport.“Where are we going?” Margarita asked, curiosity piqued.“Remember when I mentioned that I only had a few hours here?” Aslan paused, gauging the impact of his statement on her.Margarita’s astonishment grew as she realized the effort he had put into their relationship. It made her reflect on her own actions, or lack thereof, and she felt a pang of

As Margarita entered the pub, her broken heart weighed heavily on her. Aslan, sensing her pain, stood by her side, offering quiet support and solace. His touch and words provided a fleeting comfort amidst the chaos within her.On the other hand, Mateo, Evan, and Sarah exuded an infectious energy, seemingly unaffected by the heaviness that Margarita carried. They engaged in lively banter, their laughter mingling with the cheerful ambiance of the pub.The energetic atmosphere of Barcode enticed Margarita’s companions to fully embrace the moment, to let go and enjoy the evening. They moved through the crowd with an air of enthusiasm, ordering drinks and engaging in playful conversations with other patrons.Margarita, however, found herself caught between the overwhelming weight of her shattered world and the desire to keep up appearances. She masked her pain behind a forced smile, attempting to join in the festivities even as her heart ached. Margarita’s brokenness remained hidden, a sto