Culpa Mía Book Series In English Romane & Geschichten

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.”

I pick up my pillow and throw it against the door. “Liza, I swear I’m not to blame for what happened.” Aunt Melike scolds me when the pillow hits her squarely in the face. “I’m sorry.”—I mutter, annoyed. “My girl, what happened at that boutique?” Aunt Melike asks as she closes the door behind her. “Well, there weren’t many customers in the store, it was just another girl and me. Actually, everything is very strange.” I recount everything. “What do you mean?”

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it would always be me. “A month locked in that damn empty mansion you left me in and I realized that one, if you managed to leave me then I could have managed to drag my ass up and move on. Two, I am who I am Mia, always have been always will be and see I viewed this whole thing wrong. Was there blood on my hands every time my guys and I went to a mission? Yes, but it wasn’t innocent people’s blood. I spilled bad blood, I killed men that made kids like Jace orphans, men who turned the world ugly willingly.

"You believe me. About being reborn." "I believe you experienced something traumatic enough to change your behavior patterns. Whether it was actual death and rebirth or a psychotic break doesn't matter. The result is the same—you have information I need and motivation to use it." He takes the bottle back. "Go home, Mia. Rest. Tomorrow we escalate." I stand to leave but stop at the door. "Why did your mother never fight back? If my father stole from her, destroyed her life, why didn't she come after him?"

Mia looked at mother who was crying, she feels sad for her mother after all she is her mother “ Mom it’s not your fault that she was so greedy, you did the right but mm sometime we can’t blame yourself if other people do something just because we gave her that chance, it was her loss that she didn’t treasure such golden opportunity, not you so don’t feel guilty “ Mia hugged her mother shoulder and comfort her, Mrs. King also felt guilty, she was just angry seeing Mia get hurt by Shopia,

Damien stood up quietly and left the room, giving them privacy. The silence stretched painfully. “I almost lost you,” Sophia finally whispered, her voice breaking. “Because of me. Because I shut you out.” Mia started crying. “No. This is my fault. I betrayed you. I slept with your uncle. I destroyed our friendship. I deserve this.”

She watched her sister's eyes deemed from her question. "No, hermana. And it had gotten worst upon his return from San Francisco." Juanita sighed. "I was hoping he had improved at least. He can't go on punishing himself. His mamá, bless her soul, would be so sad to see him like this." Lucinda approached her and hugged her tightly. "I know. Gabriella had been a wonderful leader to all of us. She rescued us from a fate worst than death, now, this is the only way to repay her. By treating her firstborn like he is our own. Don't lose hope. He will come around."

“Sit.” With practised ease she slipped into one of the buttery leather seats and I followed after her. Trapping her against the small window. “You’re a real piece of work aren’t you Sophia?” Pausing with her hands on her seat belt she lifted her eyes to me and shrugged. “Do you think so?” “Yes.” I said without hesitation. “You have no filter to that pretty mouth of yours.” My voice dropped, so no one else would hear us. “No remorse for what you have done to an innocent man.”

This is the worst position to be in in front of the daughter of my enemy, to be seen as weak after not being able to stomach my own sins. Then again, was Alberto Moretti even my enemy to start with, or did my twin sister find out something she shouldn’t have? “I’m a fuck up, Lucia,” I admit as she holds me and I sink into her embrace. “I used to think I was strong enough to be my father. It turns out I’m as fucked up as he was, if not worse. How can I lead knowing traitorous blood flows through my veins?” She strokes my hair and lands a kiss on my forehead before she pushes me away and takes my face in her hands. Her brown eyes, the color of my favorite whiskey, seem to bore into my soul as