La Culpa Es Mia Novels & Stories

, Lucien rebuked her angrily, "everything must not be always about you. You make things about you almost every time and in the end, you get hurt or treated wrongly because of it" "I'm sorry", Mia cried out, "I'm sorry I cannot control my anger, I'm sorry I cannot control my feelings, I'm sorry that I'm not perfect for anyone and everyone keeps seeing my fault. I'm even sorry for existing", she said as she started undressing harshly, even made her bangle cut her wrist as Lucien quickly rushed to her. "What is wrong with you Mia", He held her hands to prevent her from doing more damage to herself.

LENA’S POINT OF VIEW It’s been a week I haven’t meet Maia since the last time I met her at the restroom and she blamed me for everything. I’m not hurting people, I didn’t hurt that woman, everything happened it just an incident. My team and I didn’t mean to break that woman’s arm or hurt her, she was about to jump but she stumbled. I am so sad because Maia blamed everything on me, she doesn’t even know what I’ve been through when she leaves me, she have no fucking idea.

The girls started to leave. "Ru", I called her and held her hand. She turned around. I don't know what over took me I cried. I took all the frustrations and sadness, which were inside me all this time. "I am a worst friend one can ever have. I am a worst human being to be honest. I killed my mom after she gave birth to me. I lost my mom and dad who I loved so much. I broke your trust and killed your soul. I don't even know whether god can ever forgive me. I loved Sreesha but she betrayed me. I lost everybody who were important in my life. Am I that bad, Ru? That no one is constant in my life", I started to sob vigorously.

Felly Lopez smiled wryly, "That's right, I have to blame myself for what happened to me today, I blame myself for being too greedy, and I blame myself for not knowing people well. I am blind and fall into your hands, so I consider myself unlucky. But Mia, remember, if you do many unrighteous actions, you will die. You will be proud for a while, but you will not be proud forever. I, Felly Lopez, will definitely watch, watch your unlucky day."

“You’re my responsibility, and I failed to protect you.” His words took me by surprise, and for a moment, I didn’t know how to respond. No one had ever apologized to me for what I’d been through. “You didn’t fail me,” I said softly. “It’s not your fault.” Diego shook his head, his jaw tight. “It is my fault. I should have stepped in long before it came to this. But I’m here now, and I promise you, Mia, I’ll make sure they never hurt you again.”

I couldn't allow Sofia's manipulations to break me; I had to rise above it all. With a resolute mindset, I set out to find Mia, knowing she was in desperate need of reassurance and comfort. I needed to alleviate the burden of guilt she carried on her young shoulders. As I approached her, I could see the weight of her remorse etched on her face. "Mia," I said softly, reaching out to touch her trembling shoulder. "It's not your fault. None of this is your fault." Her eyes filled with tears as she looked up at me, searching for any glimmer of absolution. "But Elena, I shouldn't have gone with Andrew that night. If I hadn't, he wouldn't have had the accident. It's all because of me."

It painted Carmelita in a less flattering light – not as the protective mother seeking justice, but as someone who had played games with people's emotions for her own entertainment. "You shouldn't blame yourself," Sarah insisted. "Lena is the one at fault here. She's the one who made the choices that led to this moment." But Carmelita was already shaking her head again, more vigorously this time. "No, I don't think so. I think I should be blamed too. Maybe not for everything, but for some of it." "Why, Mom?" Mia asked, leaning forward with concern written all over her face. Carmelita's expression grew heavy with guilt and regret. When she spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper.

In the basement of the villa where Michael and Joshua fought one last time, they found Abigail, who was already dead after suffering unspeakable abuse. All I could say was that justice always caught up with those who deserved it. I saw Joshua one last time. He was imprisoned in an underground prison, looking utterly wretched. He stammered for a while, unable to form a full sentence. He kept staring at me hopefully, but he also shook his head in pain. "I finally get to see you, Olivia. Everything was my fault. I truly regret it all. Please forgive me. I beg you, please?" I didn't know how to react. Joshua was once a proud and ruthless criminal boss. Did he think that his current display of de

Miguel’s POV SLAM! My palm cracked across my body guard's face with enough force to spin him around. "You had one job! One damn job and you couldn't even kidnap the boy?!" I screamed, my voice echoing off the concrete walls of the safehouse. The guard hit his knees instantly, shaking uncontrollably as tears welled in his eyes. "I....am so sorry, Boss! We weren't expecting him to run straight through the heavy gunfire!" he sobbed out.

You said to a five-year-old whose mother died on his birthday, " You should have gone instead of her. Since we adopted you, brought you in, this family has known only sorrow. Why couldn’t you just go with her?!’ You wanted to drown in your misery… and you did drown, father. I could only wish you’d followed her as well.” “Damien…” Nora and my grandmother called, both their voices soothing and gentle. I held a hand to both of them, “No, Agatha….let him speak,” Salvatore says; eyes full of what looks like guilt. But I know this man enough to know and understand that guilt isn’t something he can fucking feel. “I deserve his anger.”