Culpa Mia Series Novels & Stories

"But... he was healthy. The treatments, the progress... what happened?" "He relapsed," she whispered. "And they couldn't save him." Lucas felt the wind get knocked out of him. But before he could gather himself, Tania stood abruptly. Her voice, once hollow, was now a spear of rage. "It's her fault. All of it." "Whose fault?" "That good-for-nothing ex-wife of yours! Mia!" Lucas blinked, confused. "Tania, what are you talking about? How is Mia…" "I don’t have time to explain it to you!" she snapped. Her fists clenched. "Just give me everything. Every file, every record, every scrap of dirt you've collected on her over the years."

“If it were me, I’d pack her bags and send her straight back to her parents’ house. Ugly, unfit... oh my God, she looks irritating. God knows what spell she cast on Young Master to keep him trapped.” Another laughed cruelly. “True. She’s nothing but bad luck.” ***** At that moment, Mia returned and paused at the sound of laughter. Confused, she walked in—and her heart dropped when she saw Fulvia sitting on the sofa, tears streaking her cheeks, blood staining her palms. “Madam!” Mia cried, rushing to kneel in front of her. “What happened to your hands?” She turned, panic rising in her voice. “Someone get the first aid box!”

Mia buried her face deep in her hands, and her choked voice carrying unknown guilt and a trace of incomprehensible complex emotions. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... It is karma. It is karma..." She suddenly apologized repeatedly, without knowing to whom she was apologizing. She was like a complete madwoman who had broken down beyond her senses. Kisa turned her face away sadly, and tears kept falling. She would rather Gilbert come and kill her than hurt the people around her. In the dimly lit room, Lea watched a video of a traffic accident over and over again. She was tense and shivering. Just then, a burning chest pressed against her back.

She would never have believed that Mia would be that wicked. "And you let us blame an innocent girl for years, Mia. You let us hate our sister so much," Camila squeaked, the sound of her tears filtering her remaining words. "You are so heartless, Mia. You deserve to rot in jail. And you two," she pointed at Sophia and Emma, for being her accomplices, I won't spare you, I swear."

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?!”

Chelsea shook her head in shock. "Your men? What are you up to Chelsea?" "I want to teach that girl a lesson. She dared to slap you and even spoke rudely to your sister. I just feel she's trouble and that face of hers needs a plastic surgery" Luca tensed up 'Is she planning on killing her?' One of these men pulled Mia who was about to enter her car away. Mia staggered back. The next she turned around to face them, her eyes bore her sudden anger. She tucked her hair neatly behind her ears.

“Well, you finally get to face the punishment for your sins. It’s been long overdue and do you think your father will save you from your evil deeds? Let’s see him try now.” Her lips curled into a smirk, though it didn’t quite hide the panic flashing in her eyes. “Oh, Elena… you never cease to amaze me. Do you think I can be taken down so easily? Huh? My name is MIA COLLINS. Hear me well.... MIA COLLINS and I will have the last laugh.” The inspector cut her off. “Junior officers, handcuff her and take her out.” I watched them clamp the steel cuffs around her wrists. The metallic click felt like justice itself or so I thought.

This situation is suffocating me! "Go, daughter... we'll talk again later." I ran out of there as fast as I could, I was literally out of breath, my body was aching and nothing made sense. My head was spinning with a thousand thoughts, and a thousand possibilities, and my feelings were confused. I couldn't stop crying, my eyes were watering and my mouth was dry with despair. Then Mirella appeared in the garden to give me the final stab she had been hoping to give me for so many years. Don't get me wrong, she is not the villain here, but I still felt this hostility, which was one more reason for her to hate me.

“Sophia.” She took a few steps in, running her fingers along a row of spines. “He’s given you the library. How kind.” Kind delivered with the undertones of anything but kindness. “What do you want?” She stopped walking and turned around so that she was facing me completely. Her expression was calm, but I could see something working behind it, something determined in the set of her jaw, in the utter stillness of her. “I want you to understand something,” she said, her voice even and smooth. “No matter what you think is happening here, no matter what story you’ve cooked up about Damian, and this house, and yourself… it’s wrong.”

Even though I was completely unaware of everything, I still blamed myself for everything that went wrong during those two years with Danzel. Falling in love was something I had never planned. Never in a million years would I have planned to fall in love with a mafia boss who had killed hundreds of people. But his deep blue eyes and the gentle, careful touch of his calloused hands had trapped me completely. I should have known he would never truly love me. He only loved one girl—a girl who was brutally raped and killed right in front of his eyes while he could do nothing to stop it. He had her name tattooed directly over his heart so that every single breath he took, every time his heart beat