Culpa Mía Libros Novels & Stories

“I can’t believe you right now.” He had dozed off, leaving Mia alone to herself and her ‘talk.’ She grunted, more hurt than angry. Then she picked herself up, and made her way to the study; her journal, pen and half-glass of champagne were patiently waiting for her. “Hmm. What do we have here?” Mia said to herself, crashing into the sofa and crossing her legs. She took the book from off the table, opened to the most recent pages and read it out loud. “Thursday, October 20th, 2019.

She embraces Ruby tightly. “It’s all over. We will make the bastard rotten in prison.” Mia clenches her jaw. “How stupid I was! I knew his reputation, yet I went to his apartment. All of the bad things wouldn't have happened to me if I hadn’t gone there. Tara used to say it was my fault in the first place because I let my guard down…” Ruby hiccups, her body still shaking. “No, it is not your fault,” Mia releases Ruby and looks her in the eye.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have spoken to you that way. I was obviously not thinking right. Please forgive me." "The people you love most in the world are in the hospital fighting for their lives. I should be giving you a shoulder to lean on and assuring you that everything will be fine rather than coming up with different assumptions and blaming you. I'm really sorry Colt." "It's okay, Caleb. You wouldn't have reacted that way if you didn't care so much about Mia and your niece or nephew." "It's just that, nothing makes sense to me! Mia has always been careful. She wouldn't do anything to put herself and the baby in danger! I will never forgive myself if anything were to happen to her and the

Rather, she flipped a page in the book. Olivera bristled at the nonchalance. Without much ado, she strode to where Miriam sat, took the book from the latter’s hand, and threw it to the floor. “Give me answers, Miriam. I’m not a kid, or an invalid, that you can push whenever you want to. You know, Raul had mentioned that you were wicked, that you had connived with his mother to make his life misery filled. Do you know what I did? I defended you and the woman I know nothing of. I defended you, and for that he is in a coma. I will regret doing that for the rest of my life.” Miriam flinched at the mention of Raul's name, at the mention of him being in coma, her eyes darting away guiltily. "I-I d

Mia said in a croaked voice that sounded like she wanted to cry. What is she talking about? "What the hell are you talking about Mia? This is not your fault. You were just a victim of circumstances like me." I said. " But if I had not showed up in your company and life, none of this would have happened. Mr Richard was right, you know? This is my fault and I have to find a way to fix it." She replied in a firm voice. " Don't you ever say that again Mia. This is not your fault in any way." I said to her,

"I died before I could figure it out. All I know is that ivory wolves are special for a reason. We're not just rare. We're important. And someone wants us dead because of it." "This is insane," I said, running my hands through my hair. "You chose to pass your problems to someone else instead of facing them yourself. You could have just run away with Theo and told him the truth." Mia's face crumpled. "That's not true." "Isn't it? You were scared, so you killed yourself and dumped everything on me. Your memories, your guilt, your enemies. You took the easy way out." The sadness I felt when I was reading the journal turned to anger.

But I didn’t expect Mia to be holding my bag and spilling the entire content on the floor. “Opps, my bad,” she said but I could see clearly in her eyes that she wasn’t sorry. I fought hard to keep my tears at bay and bent over to start picking my books but then she grabbed my hair and pulled me up. I was so weak, it was like my strength was failing me and I knew that no matter what she does to me now, I won’t be able to retaliate. I lack the strength and my heart felt so heavy that it was weighing me down. I felt like my soul had left me and all I could think about were the words in that caption, the sound of my moans in that record. If Christy was right that he couldn’t do it, then what can

Two whole days have passed by since melissa left her bedroom and had locked herself up in another room, crying herself to sleep each hour or each day as guilt was eating her up from the inside. she thought of herself as a very bad person. she knew mia was innocent and yet she didn't help her, she did not say the truth and have her stay here but instead she acted like she knew nothing and then rid the poor innocent girl or her job and means of living. she was not even sure if mia was still alive. what if monica's boss had found her and killed her but now she has another thing to be sorry for.

Lila's POV “This is my fault,” I kept telling myself for the tenth time that minute. My conscience had never let me be since Sophia passed out. If I had just not lied, not gotten drunk, not gotten intimate with Adrian, not kept the child in my womb, maybe there was a chance Sophia wouldn't have collapsed. Perhaps she'd still be there lying on her bed, almost gone. Perhaps my life would have been better.

She knew her daughter was having a hard time, but this was beyond anything that she would have ever expected. Mia let her bag drop to the floor. “Did he explain why I’d done it?” Carla straightened her shoulders. “Mia Fernwood. Whatever the reason, violence is NEVER the answer. I thought I’d taught you better than that!?” “He read out my diary Mom! MY DIARY! I was a laughing stock in front of the whole school!!” Mia hadn’t intended to shout, but she was too worked up not to. “And that was wrong, but it still doesn’t give you the right to attack him!” Carla retorted.