Culpa Mía Libros Novels & Stories

If I didn’t carry the guilt of slamming Daruka’s head on the wall so harshly, I would have slammed Caleb’s head for sure and proved his point. “Why don’t you start with keeping your mouth in control?” Mia said in my defense and I looked at her with a pang of painful guilt stabbing my chest. I had thrown her back too. She must be hurt. Goddess, how did I get out of control twice today? What was up Crystal?

“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.

he stops, knowing well that mom's death is a fragile issue for me. "Oh, my God, Steven... Please don't." I say, undoing my hands from him and looking away. "Mia, you were only four years old. The car accident was not your fault. It was out of your hands, sweety." "Steven... ENOUGH. It was my fault; I distracted her. If I hadn't been so stupid...." "You have to stop blaming yourself, Mia. It wasn't your fault." "IT WAS! can't you understand? It was my fault. If anything, it should have been me who died that day, not her." my voice quivered as tears began to fall. This day just began to get worse. I knew I shouldn't have gone to that party.

"Kaila, you don't get to act like the victim here. Not after all that you have done. The consequences were immediate. As word of Kaila's crimes spread, her investors withdrew one by one. Every headline included her face, giving the media a field day. I felt both sad and angry as I watched the coverage. I had known Kaila for years, and her decline served as a sobering reminder of how far she had fallen. One evening, while Mia was sleeping upstairs, Cath and I were sitting on the couch when he said, "She did this to herself." "You cannot hold yourself responsible for her decisions." I answered, "I know," but the guilt was still there. "She will be held accountable," Cath added. However, we mus

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.

I also didn't want to end up hating myself. But of all, the fact that she blamed me for the pairing, was quite upsetting. I hated it when anyone had the wrong idea about me. Just because I was rich didn't mean I could just take advantage of all situations. It was just a coincidence. So what was my fault in this? Angered and upset, I put my book into my backpack, grabbed the bag, strolled out of the place, heading back home. ***

“Please spare me. You can’t kill my baby. He’s just a child! He has done nothing to you!” Sophia looked at her, her eyes cold and unwavering. “And what did Liam do to you?” “I’m sorry!” Mia said. “I was out of my mind. I would never do that to a kid. I don’t know why I did it! Believe me, please!” Sophia touched the torch to the wood and the fire caught and blazed, her eyes still fixed on Mia’s. “Go to hell,” she said. She stepped back and watched as the flames grew and Mia started screaming. Her screams went from pleas for mercy to apologies and then insults. “I’ll haunt you to your deaths! All of you! You’ll never be rid of me…AHHHHHH!”

The name flashed through my head. Fernando had mentioned her on that rooftop. A poor girl. Was she Cain’s ex? Did she suffer too? Was I just another name on a list? “Leila—” Cain started. He stepped toward me, but I shoved him hard, swinging the gun up, at the direction of his chest. “It’s your fucking fault!” I cried. My whole body shook. “You caused this! You made her push me!” “If you hadn’t— If you hadn’t—”

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.

“He needs to pay. He can’t get away with this. Lucian might never forgive me, he might never even speak to me again, but I can’t let Shaw win. I have to do this. For Lucian.” I walked to the small desk in the corner of Mia’s living room where my laptop sat. I opened it, the screen glowing in the dim room. It was time to stop being a victim. It was time to fight back. “There must be dark secrets to reveal about him too,” I repeated, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. “And I’m going to be the one to reveal them.”