Culpa Mia Series Novels & Stories

“I didn’t plan it. I thought she was you. Just one mistake. I messed up, okay?” “You think I care about your excuses?” Mia said, voice cold, dangerous. “I’ll never forgive you. Not until you get rid of their… bastard.” Sophia felt her stomach drop. “I… I won’t do that,” she whispered, her voice tiny. Mia laughed. It was sharp and cruel and it echoed in the office. “Oh wow. You really think you can raise his kid alone? Huh? You think it’s gonna be easy? You really think you can do it?” She pointed at Sophia and it made her shrink even more.

“Georgia! Georgia!! Snap out of it.” Anna’s voice jolted Georgia back from her reverie. “What is wrong with you? I thought we have both agreed to let your past stay in your past.” “What do you mean?” Georgia asked, trying to feign ignorance. “You know just what I mean. You’ve been like this ever since you saw that rape victim, and you assured me before we left that you are way beyond that. Do you want me to hire a therapist for you?” she asked, her tone laced with worry and concern.

she said between shallow breaths, “do you honestly think this is your fault?” Mimi’s eyes darted to the floor, her expression crumbling under Mia’s gaze. “Of course, it is,” she whispered, guilt lacing her tone. “I shouldn’t have left that day then he wouldn't have found us.” “Yeah, sure, it's your fault. Happy? Arguing with you over this is pointless, what has happened has happened. It is what it is.”

The courtroom seemed to shrink around me as Mia took the stand, her presence looming like a dark cloud over the proceedings. I watched her with a mixture of apprehension and anger, the weight of her deceit heavy in the air. Despite Scarlett's compelling testimony, I couldn't shake the gnawing sense of doubt that gnawed at my insides. Would Mia's twisted version of events sway the jury? Would justice be served, or would Timothy's fate hang in the balance? Mia's voice sliced through the tense silence, each word a calculated weapon in her arsenal of manipulation. "Your Honor, ladies and gentlemen of the jury," she began, her tone smooth as silk, "I stand before you today to shed light on the ev

Isabella's POV After I had broken all my ties with Thelma I thought maybe Mike would beat me. It was all a lie. Mike did not stop hurting me. He hit me at the slightest of mistakes, he called me names. He abused me both physically, emotionally and psychologically. He created a deep fear in me then. I realised that he wouldn't stop hurting me and I began to regret my decision of cutting all my ties with Thelma. There was nothing I could do then, I was completely hopeless and helpless.

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.”

It's about time we put Mia in place before she self-destructs. “What's Camilla?” Her gaze flickering from Belle to me and back to her. “Devil.” I answer. “Wow you guys are so unfair, how am I the devil I'm a victim?” she almost tears up. “I think you've played the victim for too long, you know you're the devil.” Belle went all full front. There's truth in her words. Time of pity and sugar coating fact has chunked out the truth from Mia. “Pisces women will make the victim look like the abuser and come out clean and crying even after killing someone. I swear to God you women have a way with your words.” I say.

It was just me, the man who ruined her friend, and her, the shield. “Mia,” I began, my voice rough from disuse and the endless grinding of guilt. “I know why you are here. I know why Elara disappeared. I know the truth about Victoria and Lucas. I cleared Elara’s name. Victoria is ruined. Lucas is gone.” Mia crossed her arms over her chest, leaning back in her chair. She didn’t show an inch of relief or surprise. Her expression was pure, concentrated contempt. “And you think that changes anything?” she asked, her voice low and dangerously steady. “You think because you finally did the bare minimum to cover your own shame, after the fact, that I owe you a reward? Or Elara owes you a location?”

“Mia, why do you look so pale? Haven’t you recovered yet?” Mia looked up, noticing the fresh, red hickeys on Zinnia’s neck. She didn't answer. The next moment, the cup clattered to the floor, scalding hot cocoa spilling all over Mia’s hands. “Ah!” Caught off guard, Mia jolted as the scalding heat seared through her. Pain spread instantly through her body. “Mia!” James jumped up. “The cup was too hot, I… I didn’t hold it right… James, check if Mia’s okay! It’s my fault, I’m so clumsy…”

“I want her begging before the end.” Mia chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry.” She turned back to me, tilting her head. “We’re just getting started.” Mia took her time, gripping one of the weapons Claudia had brought. A solid steel rod, heavy enough to break bone. She traced her fingers along the rod, her nails tapping against the surface like she had all the time in the world. Her eyes never left mine, dark and burning with a hate that had been festering for long. “I should kill you,” she murmured, her voice almost bored. “For what your husband did to my brother.”