Semua Bab THE DEVIL'S TRAP: Bab 111 - Bab 120

It’s been more than a week since Margarita glimpsed Samson. He disappeared into thin air as he has never been there in her life. Samson never called her after that night, and she had already lost hope that he would visit her. For the first few days, every knock on her door remanence her heart of thinking he had come, but as time passed, those anticipations withered away.Margarita couldn’t gather the courage to visit his farmhouse. He never liked her company, and sure as hell, he would think her presence invaded his privacy.But his last two visits couldn’t justify these firm thoughts. After those sessions, he acted strange, as if Margarita owed him some explanation. She always felt a strange connection with him. Could it be because he was her first patient? Or because she used to see herself in him; somewhere in her soul, watching him heal would give her hope.After juggling between these thoughts, she decided to stick with the first one for her sanity. Thankfully Mateo didn’t know a

Looking closely into the mirror, Margarita, clad in a teal gray gown, encapsulated her hourglass figure flawlessly. It’s been a month since she joined the hospital, and meeting Noah became a habit that peppered a smile on her face. She went out for the first time after his consistent endeavor. In his company, she always smiled ear to ear. He was witty, funny, and ready to help others. In her barren life, he came as her first friend whom she liked to spend time with. But sometimes, his more than friendly gesture reminded Margarita of someone. Someone she wanted to heal once, who never left that strange part of her heart she called the ground.It’s been a month since she saw Samson. He never called or messaged her. Every night thinking about him freshen up her wound, but as soon as she meets Noah, he unintentionally heals that broken part of her.She was healing, that’s what she feigned to be, but Samson never left her mind, though he threw her out of his life.Margarita traced her perf

Staring blankly at the desktop, Margarita was absorbed in a train of thought. How come she remembers nothing? Clasping her hands over her head, she ran over the same thought again and again, unsuccessfully, trying to remember the glimpses of last night.She confronted Noah, who conceded he offered trying the puff, but it was her choice; she didn’t deny it, to be exact. But Margarita was more concerned about something else. When she woke up this morning, the room was unfamiliar, her vision was still blurry, and her body was way too much exhausted. The room was spacious with limited decors. Her head started hurting when she emphasized recalling things, but luckily, Antonio knocked at the door to ease the pain of her lost memory.“Hello, Doc,”“How come I landed up here?”“Relax,” He extended a hot coffee mug to subside the headache.“Before you reach any conclusion, let me tell you you were lost wandering near the emergency stairs of the building.” Antonio lied with slumped shoulders an

“Miss Costello, I hope you are joining the conference this evening.” Her senior, Doctor Sabeer, glanced at her with appreciation.“Yes, sir,”“What about you, Mr. Noah?” Margarita looked over her shoulder, watching him enter the cabin.Since the last time, Margarita has been trying to avoid his presence.“I will join too, sir.”“Great, this conference is important for both of you. We have experts coming from all over the world. It’s a good exposure.”“See you guys in the evening.” Doctor Sabeer dismissed them.Margarita came out, followed by Noah.“Miss Costello,” she stopped midway, avoiding looking in his direction.“I am sorry for the trouble I caused you.” Noah asserted, begging for forgiveness.“It’s ok,” she denied and walked a bit.“Margarita, please.” he raised his pitch and cupped her shoulders.“What are you doing?”“I am... I am sorry. You should know I like you more than a friend.” She looked blank.“I know you are alone, and we can make you feel special. You have such a s

“What happened?”He swallowed hard. “I killed someone.”He was supposed to hold a scowl, a connotation of pride when he added another name to the list who suffered in his hand; instead, he was unsettled, looking down into her mercury orbs.Her hand dropped from his chest, and those teary lush lashes batted to read his stressed lines. He never thought he would ever be this scared to confess his deeds. “You are going to hate me... ain’t you?”Encounter a deadly attack and a past confession of killing a woman; she knew she was not dealing with an innocent man. He could be death for others, but she knew how broken he was inside.It was not a foreign feeling for her sitting and talking blood bath. She heaved a low breath, and her expression was as calm as the sea.“Answer me, Margarita...” he husked in a concerned voice.She fidgeted her fingers into his and walked towards the couch, settling and ready to hear him out.“Why did you do that?” Soothing as a breeze. Her eyes showed no fear or