Culpa Mía Book Novels & Stories

But I Micaela Alvarado isn't such a person that could easily forget her past and move on especially when what I did was at the expense of someone's happiness. Every day of my life I prayed for God to help me get over it and let go of the past but there was a constant message God keep sending to me which I kept ignoring. I needed to do the right thing which was to apologize to that innocent person I'd hurt so much in the past, but I've been so scared to face reality. I thought writing a book about it would free me from the guilt, rather it made me feel worst just by reading the comments from my readers. It was like everyone wanted me to confess the truth to the victim and get forgiveness in t

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?”

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.”

Mia asked me. I nodded and said: “Tea would be great!” She went to the kitchen and I decided to follow her. “Kylie, I am so sorry that Linc and I left you alone!” she started apologizing. “No! It’s not your fault! It’s mine. I guess, I am really a gullible person. I believed in the goodness in him and regretted it.” “What are you going to do?” “What I had to do a long time ago. I’m going to put him in jail!”

like a fool. 'It's my fault' Kyra's sad voice rang in my head. 'How?' I asked. 'If I had showed up earlier then we would have recognized him as our mate, but I didn't, so it's my fault that mate hates us.' 'It isn't your fault. I'm actually grateful that you showed up' I chided, but she said nothing. I sighed and continued walking. "Hey." Mia said when I walked into the kitchen. "Hey." I replied. Mabel who was nearby hissed, and walked past me, hitting my shoulder intentionally. I staggered, but Mia caught me before I could fall.

Mia said, gazing into the words in the book. “Thank you, babe! You don't even know how much you have motivated and lifted my spirit.” I said. We stayed in silence for a while before Mia took my hands into hers. “I am sorry about what happened earlier.” she started. I was surprised that Mia made mention of it. Looking at her now, she looked so vulnerable and calm. I felt connected to her in some way that I didn't understand. “I admit that what I did was wrong. Lying about who I was dating is all shades of wrong." She apologized. “I don't even know what to…” she was saying when the door barged open again.

“Don’t you dare blame yourself. You’re life was endless torture. No one can say they wouldn’t make the same choice.” “I should have looked for another way. Now this guy is out there killing people.” She turned to face the window. “I’ll never forgive myself.” “Mia. Don’t. Just stop. You aren’t to blame here. You suffered for 2000 years. Multiple lifetimes. Suffered the abuse of the red wolves. You made your choice because you believed I could stop it and I refuse to let you down. I’ll stop him and free you. You want me to fight, I’ll fucking fight with everything I have.” I turn to her and smile. I lift her hand and kiss the back of it.

“I was there. That night. But I didn’t kill anyone. What happened was an accident. And I’ve carried that night with me every single day since.” The interviewer’s voice was hushed. “Then why the rumors?” “Because Liam needed a scapegoat. And I was easy to blame.” A heavy silence fell. She leaned forward. “Mia, the world has called you desperate, weak, selfish. What do you say to them now?” I looked straight into the nearest camera, tears blurring my vision. “I say they’re wrong. I’m still here. I didn’t break, even when I wanted to. And if that makes me desperate, then fine. I’m desperate to finally live without shame.”

“What do you want?” “I want your life!” Mia glared at me with burning eyes, “I used to keep asking myself if I did something wrong to make my parents abandon me. Why can your life be bright and beautiful, while I am as bad as a pool of sewage? This is not fair at all!” “My life is not as perfect as you think,” I told her patiently, “This is Mikeal's revenge on our mother. Not only did he kill our mother, but he also made my life miserable. I've lost more than you. Mia, we're all victims.”