Culpa Mia Meaning Novels & Stories

“Yup. You're the one who couldn't stop screaming my name, and begging me to go deeper. Any deeper baby, I could have discovered diamonds. Or crude oil? Maybe both.” Mia hated that she burst out laughing. But then she realized they had been exposed, and stopped laughing immediately. “So you really think everyone heard?” She lowered her voice to ask. “Who cares if they heard? Are you ashamed of me?” The moment he asked that question, the scale dropped out of her eyes. She remembered everything. She remembered why she was angry at him. “What have I done?” She questioned herself internally, as she jumped off the counter. “What is it, Mia?” Luca worriedly asked, noticing the shift in the air.

***** In the kitchen, Fulvia was standing precariously on a stool, hands feeling along the cabinet. “Madam!” Mia yelped, dashing forward. She caught the stool just as it wobbled. “Do you know how risky this is? You could’ve fallen and broken your neck!” Her voice rose before she realized who she was scolding. Fulvia tilted her head calmly, blind eyes gazing into nothing. “Do you think I have a death wish?” Mia’s face went red. “Ah—I’m sorry, Madam. I was just scared. Please, let me help you down.”

Mia's words struck a nerve, hitting Maya's sore spot directly. Frustrated, Maya raised her hand. "Mia, who do you think you are, labeling me as a mistress? Just so you know, my brother is also in this hospital. I assure you, you'll regret making such accusations! "I've come across countless ill-mannered individuals like yourself. It's ironic how you and Aunt Patricia share the same despicable traits." Without hesitation, Mia firmly grasped Maya's hand and swiftly delivered a resounding slap in return.

He collapsed forward onto his hands. “Draven!” he choked. “Please! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” “Sorry?” I repeated. I turned to Mia. “And you?” She lifted her chin stubbornly despite the fear in her eyes. “I didn’t touch her,” she said. “Whatever happened is not my fault.” I grabbed her by the jaw. “You set this up.” She didn’t deny it. “You think she deserves you?” she spat. “She’s not good enough.”

“Aunt Mae came, and she talked down to me like I was nothing. She said I am not a princess. She said they washed the dirt out of my body. She made me feel like I was worthless.” I felt my jaw tighten. “She should not have said that to you:” “And Claudia,” Mira continued, her voice growing stronger even as her eyes filled with tears again. “She blamed me in front of everyone. She said I am barren. She said I am not producing an heir. She made it sound like everything is my fault.” “It is not your fault,” I said firmly. She looked up at me, with her eyes which were searching mine with a mixture of confusion and hope, and asked in a small voice. “How did you know?”

Mia's voice became hesitant, she cried as she spoke. "Henry... why did you only appear now? Do you know how terrible things I've been through? Why? Why?" Her sobbing voice rang out, she couldn’t control her words, she didn’t know she was blaming Henry for no reason, she didn’t even realize the seriousness of her health condition. Mia continued to speak, her voice mixed with her crying, she continued to speak. “Henry… I’m a failure. I made a mistake, I made the wrong choice. My whole life I've made wrong choices, I've lost."

Before I could finish, Mia dropped her bag to the floor and delivered a stinging slap across my face. TAAR! My head jerked violently to the side from the force. Slowly, I raised my eyes to meet hers. Mia pointed a furious finger at me, snarling with rage. “That slap is just a warning, Mercedes! How dare you try to spoil my name in front of Claire and her brother? Why are you lying to them and trying to manipulate their minds against me? Do you have a death wish? Huh?!”

She spat in anger. "Your underling has been arrested, he definitely knows the number of crimes you've committed,” he replied bluntly. Mia's throat knotted and she staggered back, still unable to comprehend the man's words. She wouldn't do anything against the law. She had never done anything evil. How could they come to her place and accuse her wrongly? Did they get the wrong address? “Look, I don't have anything with me—" “Wait till the search party is done."

CHAPTER 20: The Echo of Regret "My lady," Mia said softly, "you must be careful. You’re playing a dangerous game." Hana nodded, her tears falling freely now. She knew Mia was right. She had been reckless and had let her hatred for Jarrel blind her to the risks. And now, Mia was paying the price.

"This is all my fault. I told him to go away. I told him never to show his face again." "Mia, this is not your fault," Stefan said firmly, though his own voice was shaking. "You didn't know this would happen." "If anything happens to him, I will never forgive myself," Mia said through her tears. "Never. I swear I won't be able to live with myself." Stefan held her tighter as she cried uncontrollably. He had never seen her this broken before. Her whole body was trembling and she could barely stand up on her own. "He was walking away because of what I said to him," Mia whispered. "He was walking on that street because I told him to leave. This is my fault, Stefan. This is all my fault."