Culpa Mía Libros Novels & Stories

She was nineteen, not the girl who’d chased chaos last summer. The library’s third floor was quiet, sunlight slanting through tall windows onto long wooden tables. Lena and Nora were already there, notebooks spread out like battle plans. Nora pulled her into a quick hug, her quick-witted energy a balm. “You look like you actually slept,” Lena teased, sliding over a bag of chips. “Progress?” Mia managed a real laugh, small but genuine. “Barely. But I’m trying. Therapy app suggested journaling the anger out yesterday. Mostly just wrote ‘Sophia’ in big letters and ripped the page.”

Maliyla's POV Two days later Erick's text message shook us all to the core. The worst part was that Katia's mom was caught up in all of this, which made me feel even worse. Despite her assurances that she wasn't upset, I couldn't shake the feeling that it was all my fault. I struggled with intense internal conflict and overwhelming self-blame. The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on my shoulders, as I couldn't help but replay the events in my mind and wonder if there was something I could have done differently to prevent this situation.

I said as I buried my face into his chest and cried more and more. “Don’t beat yourself up, Mia. None of it is your fault, the people who are to blame are the very people who have gone out of their way to make our lives a living hell. Those are the people at fault, not you, Mia.” I sobbed quietly as he stroked my hair and continued to whisper to me, “It’s not your fault Mia, tragedy and evil will find who it has set its sights on regardless. Don’t take all this burden upon your shoulders. Don’t give in to despair because the moment you do, that is when they win.”

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

LENA’S POINT OF VIEW Guilt, I guess that was what I’m feeling right now. But not just that, I was feeling guilty for what I wasn’t feeling guilty about. I knew that I didn’t want to spend my entire life with Sasha and selling drugs for her stepbrother. I don’t feel bad for being with Maia because it’s what I want. I feel guilty for feeling burdened with this trivial shit when one of my men, a member of our drug cartel that keeps an eye on outside, died.

“If you think I'll let you, a mere servant girl, ruin my plans; then you've blind all these while. Good riddance to bad nonsense.” I was wrong to think that he was a good person. That Marianna was making a mountain out of a molehill, I was wrong about everything. I could feel my life slipping out gradually. Marianna was right to have run for her life, Javier is a devil. But then I've just made a bigger mistake, giving him their location. The men were able to track down Alceo to the house he lived, and I was just fortunate to be there at that time.

“What do you want, Mia?” I swallowed hard. “Can we talk?” She scoffed. “Now you want to talk?” “I know I messed up,” I said quickly. “I should have trusted you instead of letting that woman get in my head. I was wrong.” Sophie let out a bitter laugh. “Wow. You finally figured that out?” She shook her head. “Mia, do you know how much it hurt when you turned on me like that? After everything?” Guilt settled deep in my stomach. “I wasn’t thinking straight. I…”

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?”

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.”

It only added to his guilt. The whole day he moped around as Cara’s innocent and beautiful face crept up in his mind. He had to apologize or else the guilt would eat him alive. He might be a player but he didn’t force anyone ever in his life. Women came to him willingly so he had no idea what came over him when he was around Cara. Why did he always act like a jerk in front of her? She would be hating him now! She would never talk to him. He fidgeted around restlessly the whole day not having anything to do. Lucas called again and yet he didn’t have the wish to talk to him. He couldn’t concentrate on anyone's business right now. He had only one business to attend to. To apologize to Cara and