La Culpa Es Mia Novels & Stories

There is a large full-length mirror in the room. I sneak a look at my reflection in it and the question rises in my blank mind. MY INNER VOICE ASKED ME, Who am I? A bride, A Escort, An object, Or someone's Purchased need or what? MOM WHY AM I'M HERE WHERE I'M NOT BELONG? EVEN I DON'T KNOW WHERE IM. Why is my life so cruel? Why? Sometimes I become an orphan, sometimes become a servant for someone, sometimes become a victim of someone's lust. Even after this, God did not feel sorry for me, so today I became someone's Purchased!

Eva said, she leaned back on the chair and turned towards El who was busy looking at the view in front of her. "I don't know, you know what? He's no longer a father to me, but a monster, he's aware of what he's done to me, to his daughter. I still often think this is just a dream, I hope to wake up with my mother hugging me, but in reality it's not like that .. Sometimes I wake up with just a blanket on my body, the bruises on my body are gone within a week, but the scars take longer to fade, I'm disgusted when he does that to me. He's my father, right?" El turned towards Eva who had seen her first.

she addressed both Mia and Caleb, her eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and anger. Gerard, his emotions ranging from disbelief to anger, couldn't contain his outrage. "And you, Mia, you supposedly claim you love me. How could you do this to me and innocent people?" Gerard's voice shook with suppressed fury, his gaze piercing as he confronted Mia. Mia's expression remained indifferent, a smirk playing on her lips as if reveling in the chaos she had caused. "Love is just a word, Gerard. Power and revenge are what truly drive me," she retorted, her tone devoid of remorse.

“Because I may not get another chance.” Something inside me cracks. “This is your fault,” I say, even as my voice shakes. “You’re just giving up.” He doesn’t argue. He just looks at me. “Mia.” My name is soft. Too soft. And suddenly I can’t stand the sound of it. The blame claws inward first. If I hadn’t followed— If I hadn’t trusted— No. A name forms instead. Cold. Sharp. Damon. If he hadn't— I have been too caught up in the moment to think of it. To let myself think of it.

Carl says, his smirk widening as he stares at Mia who had her mouth open "Increible {Unbelievable}" Mia says in Spanish but little did she know that dree Carl to her more She turns to make another but not without cleaning that one first, Carl purposefully hit the cup again making the coffee splash to the ground "Oops" "Oops" "Oops" "Oops" Mia breathes in anger as she drops the 7th Coffee on the table, she glares at Carl who only watched her interestingly She turns to go but stops when she heard another splash, she couldn't control her anger this time, she turns and raises her hand to slap Carl but instead he grabs her hand and pulls her closer making their faces an inch apart

like a fool. 'It's my fault' Kyra's sad voice rang in my head. 'How?' I asked. 'If I had showed up earlier then we would have recognized him as our mate, but I didn't, so it's my fault that mate hates us.' 'It isn't your fault. I'm actually grateful that you showed up' I chided, but she said nothing. I sighed and continued walking. "Hey." Mia said when I walked into the kitchen. "Hey." I replied. Mabel who was nearby hissed, and walked past me, hitting my shoulder intentionally. I staggered, but Mia caught me before I could fall.

Most especially Colton's name. "I can't think well anymore! My life has been a mess since I got to know that beast! I'll never forgive myself if I have to get married to him. If only I hadn't approached him that night. If only I had gone home straight after the breakup at the restaurant, all of these wouldn't be happening." Mia sighed. "I hate myself so much. I tend to make foolish decisions when angry." Mia spoke with her face buried in her palms. Then her phone beeped beside her. Taking a look at it, she saw that it was a text message from a not-so-familiar number.

Playlist ~ Mandy Moore - Only Hope Micaela's POV At last I'm going to do what I've been shying away from for so long. Call me a fool for wanting to take my own life but I have my reasons for doing it. How would you have lived happily with yourself without guilt for years after ruining someone else's life? Now, many of you with conscience will understand what I'm talking about, while some of you might do all you can to get over it and live like nothing ever happened. 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.

He was about to say something when Mia, in her all innocent and heavenly act started crying crocodile tears. “I'm sorry big brother, it's all my fault. I made a mistake with editing the number of zeros on the price project before it got presented to the investors, he got scolded. I'm sorry Mr Zach, I'm sorry guys for my mistake. I promise to do better or I'll…I'll just go draf my my resignation letter.” Mia said still crying and about to run off when Mr Zach blocked her path and told her it wasn't her fault and in a soft tone.

“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.