Culpa Mía Book 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.

She was the kind of person who could not let others off easily and would make herself sound reasonable, even if she was not. It was the first time that she had taken the initiative to admit her mistake. “What did you say?” “I am sorry. forgive me! You are very good man. I have implicated you.” In this life for the first time, she felt guilty. After hearing this, I felt even more confused. Mia didn’t say anything else. She stood up and silently walked out of the room upstairs. Mia’s POV: I had prepared for the worst. I had to find a way to meet Kensely and bribe him to push all the blame on me.

Elena’s eyes had sold her out. “Are you going to keep up the lies, Elena?” Elena bit her lips and her shoulders slumped as she trembled all over. Maia took the book on the desk and tossed it at her feet. “Do you know who owned this book?” Maia saw that Elena was silent. So, she continued, “Celia loved this book the most. She used it as a diary. I want you to take a look at the two pages that fell out and feel the despair she experienced back then!”

"If all of this was just a misunderstanding, you don't need to apologize." “But I have cast your life overshadowed by death. I know, it must be very uncomfortable,” the strange woman objected while lowering her head again. Shame had weighed on her face. After one faint breath, Mia turned to Lena and asked for a tissue. A moment later, she handed the thin sheet to the fortune teller. “Please wipe away your tears, Madam. There is nothing to be sorry because everything has happened," Mia said softly. “But I keep feeling guilty, Miss. Moreover, you mentioned that you have lost a father," the woman in black sobbed in fear.

Its claws dug into her shoulders, and she screamed as a dark, pulsating energy began to surround her. “Mia!” Anna screamed, her voice raw with terror. The creature’s laughter echoed through the valley. “She is mine now,” it growled, its voice thick with malice. --- Guilt and Resolve Anna dropped to her knees, tears streaming down her face. “This is my fault,” she whispered, clutching the book tightly. “If I hadn’t started this game, Mia would still be safe. She’d be—” Logan knelt beside her, gripping her shoulder. “Anna, stop. This isn’t the time for blame. We’ll get her back, but we have to move.”

all because of me. I couldn't stop blaming myself for everything that had happened. As I sat there in tears, Mia was confronting Mercedes. A few moments later, Mercedes stormed out of the room, her chest rising and falling with anger. The instant her eyes landed on me, the rage on her face intensified. She pointed a warning finger at me. "This isn't over yet, Ovire. I swear, this isn't over!" With that, she turned and walked away. I remained where I was, tears streaming down my face as guilt consumed me.

“Heh...” Candice let out a cold laugh. “First of all, I don’t forgive you. I’ve already reported it to the police. Second, sorry to disappoint you—someone rescued me last night. The people you hired didn’t succeed. I’m not infected, and I’m not dying. But you—you’re going to prison.” “...!” Mia’s tearful act crumbled in an instant. Her guilt, remorse, and regret peeled away like flaking paint, revealing her dark, hideous true self.

It painted Carmelita in a less flattering light – not as the protective mother seeking justice, but as someone who had played games with people's emotions for her own entertainment. "You shouldn't blame yourself," Sarah insisted. "Lena is the one at fault here. She's the one who made the choices that led to this moment." But Carmelita was already shaking her head again, more vigorously this time. "No, I don't think so. I think I should be blamed too. Maybe not for everything, but for some of it." "Why, Mom?" Mia asked, leaning forward with concern written all over her face. Carmelita's expression grew heavy with guilt and regret. When she spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper.

But today, sitting in this chair, holding this photo of her on my lap, with this headache that seems to have been throbbing for years, I understand what really moved me. It wasn't pity. It wasn't loyalty. It was guilt. Because I was the one who strengthened the wolf that is now destroying my sister. I was the one who fed the monster under the table, believing that love was enough. And now, seeing things start to fall apart, I know I can no longer continue paying for what was never mine. Camila opened her eyes. And this time, Carlos will have to face what he has built on his own. It's time for me to make my move.

He nodded, and we continued in our silence. I called Mia to my quarters. She had not stopped crying since the incident. She feels it’s her fault. If she had not left Nora, maybe she would have known what was wrong. To make matters worse, “You don’t have to keep beating yourself up, Mia; we will find the person who did this.” I gave her a hug as she collapsed in my arms. **************************