Ain T My Fault Novels & Stories

Sad and hurt when I should be feeling anger and disgust with this person? Why is he being like this? Where does he get the audacity to cry when it’s his fault why I’m laying here? When is he the reason why I almost lost my child? It’s all his fucking fault! It is his fault… It should be just his fault.. But.. It’s also my fault that I fell for him. It’s my fault that I can easily be swayed. That I didn’t learn my lesson and trust so easily. If I didn’t fall for his acts…

Unable to hold back, I sniffled and let my tears betray me. “She is awake,” my mum’s voice resonates. “Tina,” she called, making me open my reddened eyes and look at her. “What?” I ask, my voice coming out cold and withdrawn. “I’m so sorry baby. This is all my fault,” she cried, grabbing hold of my plastered arm to pull me into a hug. “How is it your fault?” I ask, my fists clenched and shaking. “What?” she mumbled. “I dated an idiot. I made a stupid mistake. I put you in the limelight, I dragged your name into the mud, and I fucking tarnished your image. So how is any of that your fault!” I scream, staring daggers at her.

He added agitatedly. Faith felt her heart sinking. She feels guilty for causing so many problems for Mateo and everyone around – she needed to come clean to Jeremy, “Listen, it isn't his fault. It is mine. He got hurt while trying to protect me. People were put in danger because of me. Mateo was just helping me out.” She tried to reason with him. She fidget with her fingers as she looked down – her chest felt heavy as she continued, “Umm, I am the one who has been causing trouble for everyone in this village. I am very sorry for causing all the trouble. It is me – all me – not him,” She tried to explain. Her voice quavered as she spoke. Her eyes teared up. She feels ashamed. She didn’t dare

Emma, the fake heiress, and I were sold into an underground BDSM club. When my parents, the richest couple in the country, and my husband, Leo DeLuca, the feared Don of the DeLuca crime family, finally found us, I was bound with duct tape and covered in wounds. Emma lay beside me, heavily pregnant and unconscious. Three months later, doctors confirmed that her baby had died in the womb. She was the adopted daughter my parents had cherished for twenty years, and the girl my husband had never gotten over. My parents and husband went half mad, offering a nationwide one-hundred-million-dollar bounty for any lead on the person responsible. I was the only one who might have seen the culprit's face

“You could have prevented this today Aria. This is your fault.” I sit there trying to ignore him. Is it really my fault? It’s my fault that I kept entertaining him, I kept messing around with him. Yes it is my fault. It’s not my fault that he came to our wedding. It is my fault that he stayed. It’s not my fault that he started with Antonio. It is my fault I didn’t sleep with him to drop the charges. I’m so torn right now. We are finally called into the court room. I am praying that our judge is lenient and doesn’t set an example of Antonio. It doesn’t help Albert’s case with continuing texts and threats. I’m not sure how to use that unless it’s asked.

His hair was a mess, his eyes unfocused, like a clown who had lost the show. “I’m not accepting any settlement.” I spoke slowly, “You can either get ready for prison, or spend the rest of your life buried under debt. “To me, one million dollars is just the price of a car. “But for you, that’s everything you’ll ever have in this lifetime. “Enjoy the results of your little ‘fix the workplace’ campaign.” After saying that, I didn’t spare them another glance. “Mom, let’s go.” I took my mother’s arm and walked toward the Maybach.

“I was really eaten up with guilt yesterday. I never expected you to have such a bad temper. I’ve always treated Joel like a brother. Don’t be mad anymore, okay?” Mandy said, wiping at tears that were not there. “It’s still my fault though…” “If I’d known my limits, you wouldn’t have left. Mrs. Xanders, even though I was so guilty I almost jumped off the rooftop, please don’t blame…” “Are you done?” my mother cut her off with a sneer. “Girls these days really don’t learn anything good at such a young age. You just constantly put on an act that you’re a pure and innocent girl among the boys.

And that’s going to haunt me for a long, long time. “Don’t be so hard on yourself,” his free hand comes over to squeeze mine gently, and I let him. “It wasn’t your fault.” “Wasn’t it?” I can’t help but silently snap back, angry at myself. “I hired those people. I trusted them with my and my son’s safety. But they turned out to be such a huge disappointment. It was I who failed, not them. Even with all the money and power in the world, I couldn’t protect my son. How can it not be my fault?”

Everything that has happened is all my fault. If I hadn’t have run from him, he wouldn’t have been entangled with Crystal, but then I wouldn’t have met my little pack. I wouldn’t have found my family. That is the only thing I would have changed. I would have found them eventually, but this, watching Titus flat line is my fault. All the deaths that have been caused by my arrogance and pride are my fault.

The gunshot going off, the blood, the scene, the hooded man. “It’s not my fault,” I repeated in a heavy tone. Trying to push back all my negative thoughts and convince her — me, that I was not at fault. Cars seemed to be speeding down the road occasionally. “Everything’s your fault, Danielle.” She responded in a certain tone, “You are a mess.” Rye added word for word as she looked into my eyes.