Libro Culpa Mia Novels & Stories

Before returning to Argentina to begin her plan of revenge against Emiliano Romero and his brother David Del Valle, she wanted to go back to her childhood neighborhood, and remembered the houses of some friends, one of them Lupita, she called her when she saw her walking quietly between the most dangerous streets of Mexico, but with the gun in her waist, she only gave the impression of being part of there, and in fact she was. When Maria saw Lupita, she crossed the street to meet her, there they entered a large house, one of the best, three stories, white, surrounded by fences and more precarious homes, the lack of the place was noticeable. That afternoon they spent the whole day together,

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

Chancer said coldly. She couldn't understand why James would let them arrest Charlotte. "Mom, don't blame James. It's all my fault. I was too cowardly to admit my own mistakes, which led to Mia being arrested. It's natural for James to be unhappy and dislike me. And Lucy really is innocent - she must be suffering in the psychiatric hospital these past few days. It's all my fault." Charlotte broke down in tears as she spoke.

“My only child. I can’t just stand here while he’s—” Her words broke into a sob, her free hand clutching her chest as if trying to hold herself together. Mia pressed back against the wall, her face ghostly pale. Her hands twisted nervously, and her breath came in shallow gasps. For once, her sharp tongue was gone. She looked shattered, consumed by guilt. “This is my fault,” Mia muttered, her voice shaking. “I…I shouldn’t have provoked him. I didn’t mean—”

@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ I got back to Camila’s cottage by almost midnight because I had paid an anonymous visit to Mathilda at the hospital to make sure she was doing fine, and I had to trek back to the cottage. To my surprise, I met Maia waiting outside with a torch and her eyes glued to a book. “Don’t you know you shouldn’t be reading novels at night, especially with dim lights.” She let out a smile as she looked up. “Finally, you’re back.” “What are you reading?” I said, attempting to snatch the novel from her hands but she quickly hid it behind her. “Oh, is that a romance book or an erotic novel?” “Eww,” She grimaced. “I don’t read those, they’re boring and cringe.” She rose the book up in the ai

Chapter 43 Guilia No matter how hard Igor tried to exonerate me while recounting the circumstances behind my accident, I couldn’t and would never stop blaming myself for it. Maybe the guilt would subside when I regained my memory but for now the blame would remain on me. Having no more space in my heart to bear anymore truth, I decided to end the conversation so that Mama would be able to attend to her chickens and so that I’d honor my appointment with the doctor. “It’s not your fault, Igor, I was the selfish one. You should stop blaming yourself for what you had no hand in,” I replied coldly.

"Mabel, I'm the one at fault. I took the initiative to help them; how could I let you be at fault?" "You don't know how angry Mr Mattia is." "Hasn't the punishment already been determined? Mattia said it was about the rules here in Mannor, right?" "Don't you understand the meaning of Mattia saying who is the Boss of this manor?" I shook my head; looking at Mabel like this made me feel even more guilty, even though I didn't intend to drag her. "I'm just trying to help other people, but it's as if I'm committing a big sin?"

There was a connection, bonding, maybe a friendship too in the way of manufacture until it was ruined. Until I shamble. For the first time, I think I am to blame for that, and I am gladly taking the blame. If Inessa wants to give me a lifetime in prison, I will accept that happily for her. I will take anything she has to offer. “I pissed her off inviting my friends on our honeymoon.” “Why did you do that?” I can see the horror on Mia’s face and confusion in her voice. She pushes the glasses with her finger and grabs her pen to write something. The look of determination on her face says this is the topic we are talking about for an hour today.

Cecelia smiles sadly. "Yeah, it's your fault. It's your fault for bringing me into this world. Maybe if you had kept some dignity, then I wouldn't be here going through all this. If you hadn't slept with your friend's husband, then none of this would happen, so don't you dare blame me for your crime. You're the real bad guy! I only did what you wanted me to do. But now I regret it; I wish I hadn't followed any of your teachings. Maybe it could have been a different case; maybe they wouldn't have turned their back on me. They wouldn't have embarrassed me! My friends wouldn't have done this to me. Just let me be, please. Don't add to the suffering by placing the whole blame on me!" the boy blu

“You killed someone who never hurt you. Someone who loved him.” At the mention of him, something sharp flickered inside me, but I crushed it immediately. I straightened my back, lifting my chin. I didn't say it with regret, my voice even, icy. "I am the Mafia princess. And Reinaldo deserved to lose what he loved." The subsequent silence was heavy, deadening. Mia stared at me as if she had never seen me before, as if she was searching her mind for that magic moment when I became someone other than who she had thought I was.