All Chapters of THE DEVIL'S TRAP: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Mateo Costello represents the heritage and another perilous name in Italy. The one thing his dad gifted him with was the legacy of his name carried by their forefathers. Just like a regular family wished to make their children a reputed personality, Costello’s were different about that. The king ruled this city for two decades, and now it was time for his son to take over and expand his territories. Apart from everything, he carried a heart of a brother and a loving son, which was his father’s genes.The way his dad loved his mom, anyone could tell she was his strength and biggest weakness. But when it comes to women, he differed from his father. He was still figuring out what he wanted from his woman, and was he able to find one just like his mother?Like Decker Costello, his father was known as the devil of his era. Mateo became the lucifer of this epoch.He was heartless, a ruthless sovereign. He had a few enemies that easily desiccated in their traps. Now, when he wanted to expand

Three drove to the farmhouse, where Decker and Adele were waiting for their princess. Margarita stepped out of the car, walked inside, and smiled, looking at her dad with open arms. She dropped her bag and jumped into Decker’s arms. “Daddy,” “Happy birthday, baby,” he lifted her from the ground, and her feet wrapped around his waist like a baby. Anyone could read how happy she made Decker; sometimes, other family members envied Decker loved her the most among his children. After all, she was the only girl among three brothers. He placed her down and pecked her head. “How are you, my baby?,” “I am good, daddy. Where is my birthday gift?” “We would love to present you, but before that...” he pointed towards Adele. Adele hugged Margarita and wished her. “How was your party? Did you come on time last night?” Margarita rolled her eyes; why is everything good with daddy and difficult with mom? “Mom...” Adele gave her an intense look. “She did, mom. I made sure of that.” Mateo s

Standing in front of an oval mirror, Margarita looked at herself in an elegant, knee-length turquoise dress.The classy piece was gifted by none other than her mom, Adele Costello.“You look perfect,” Adele winked, pecking her daughter’s head.Being a princess of her house, she knew she could talk about anything with her dad, but when talking about a man in her life, she knew her mom would be the best person to talk to.“Mom,” she creased her dress, looking at her mother, who was busy curling her hair.“What?”“What did you see in dad that made you fall in love with him?”Adele smiled, thinking, is it even possible for her to answer this question? They had their history of trials. How he made her fall in love with him, knowing he was a killer and the only reason for her misery.“I would say above everything he called me his redemption. He was the devil, ready to burn this world, but never allowed a single flame to touch me. The way he loved me, nobody ever did and could do it.” Talkin

Something was not right. Kiara called Margarita to talk to her, then how come she died? Ethan was summing the sight; Someone wrapped Kiara’s wrist and feet with a rope. But there was no sign of sexual assault or any bruises. He switched on the phone light and looked closely at Kiara’s face. Could something have suffocated her or had a cardiac arrest? Ethan looked around and saw a cushion on the ground, and when he flipped it, he knew the cushion had suffocated her. Every vertex in his mind connected without wasting time; he ran out. The anxiety and fear of leaving his sister alone assailed his mind. She was sitting in the car, and he was the one in danger. He ran, trying to tell Margarita to start the engine as if it was a trap to lure her out, but before that, he felt a stinging pain in his chest. Looking down, he saw the scarlet liquid coming from his lower abdomen. He was at the bullet point of his enemy. Margarita couldn’t process the sight. A moment before, her brother was waving

Sitting on her desk, Margarita had the same feeling she had suffered in the last months. An annoyed peer snarled, constantly gawking at her from the reception. She never knew why Kayla hated her for no reason, but it didn’t bother her as she hated herself more than anyone else. The guilt has become a feeling of emptiness over the years. A void created a long time back didn’t allow her to feel anything—neither pain nor hatred from others.Her hatred itself was enough to burn her soul.Every day she woke up without a hope of getting cured from the wound life presented to her. But It was not others who kept her in the judgment room, but her conscious mind failed to give proof of innocence. She rubbed those sore eyes, emptied the tears a long time back, and pulled the glasses to start her work.As an intern therapist, she had to study the case of the patients, and help the doctor observe the things become of the successful ones. But lawfully, she was prohibited from taking sessions with a