Libro Culpa Mia Novels & Stories

“Lena was my responsibility. You are my responsibility and so is Maya. I’m the one who has to apologize-” “No.” I grabbed his hand, realizing that we are all just victims here. We shouldn’t carry the burden put upon us by the mafia, or those men that Lena was working for. “It’s not your fault, either, Roman. If not for you, Maya and those girls will still be in the hands of the mafia.”

bunny said but immediately Mia heard this she removed her hand from bunny’s shoulder and puts it in her hand and scream in it *what Lucas, ohh no* Mia said in her head as the brutal past passes briefly pass her eyes It was all her fault, if she hadn’t met Carl then Melinda wouldn’t have met Lucas and none of this would be happening “My condolences dear I’m so sorry please take heart” Mia says and starts to feel uncomfortable with bunny because of guilt “I think I should start heading home now, Mai husband must be looking for me by now, and I’m sorry for what happened goodbye and thanks dear,” Mia says as she picks up her phone and bag, she then calls for a cab and leaves almost immediately,

She growl letting out all her anger that she build up through the months of agonising pain he set her through. "It wasn't my fault..." He try to shift the blame, but again Mia was not having it. She wasn't having any of his words, he shouldn't even bother. "I know... Nothing is ever your fault.It was either the clients fault for thinking they are better than you which of course is the people you couldn't sign due to having a little self-respect or it was my mistake for not being convincing enough to have some sort of way to blackmail these fools, right?" She comes down forcefully connecting the metal bat with his knee caps and he yells out in pain again. How much he was able to take was real

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."

Mia's voice became hesitant, she cried as she spoke. "Henry... why did you only appear now? Do you know how terrible things I've been through? Why? Why?" Her sobbing voice rang out, she couldn’t control her words, she didn’t know she was blaming Henry for no reason, she didn’t even realize the seriousness of her health condition. Mia continued to speak, her voice mixed with her crying, she continued to speak. “Henry… I’m a failure. I made a mistake, I made the wrong choice. My whole life I've made wrong choices, I've lost."

This mess was my doing—every choice, every mistake, led me to this moment. If only I hadn’t stubbornly insisted on going to Italy despite my father’s warnings, none of this would have happened. I wouldn’t have caught Nathan cheating on me, and I certainly wouldn’t have ended up here, trapped in the clutches of a mafia boss. Should I blame Nathan for betraying me, or should I blame myself for walking straight into this disaster? No, this was all my fault. No one forced me to pack my bags and leave for Italy in the first place.

He settled on that. I knew what he meant, and a tear slid down my cheek. Why hadn't he told me these things long ago? Regardless of the fact that she was still responsible for her life's choice, I could see the big role Luca Collombo had played in all these. He ruined her life! "Ever since then, it became a spiral of madness for Mia. She lost herself."

“You’re young, you deserve love and happiness. If Raffaele is a good man, there’s no reason why you shouldn’t spend time with him.” I nodded, grateful for her encouragement, but the guilt still gnawed at me. “But what if… what if it’s my fault?” I whispered, the words catching in my throat. Camellia shook her head, her expression fierce with determination. “It’s not your fault, Alessia,” she insisted. “You didn’t cause Ruggero’s accident. Life throws curveballs sometimes, and all we can do is navigate them as best we can.” I let out a small laugh, despite myself. “Funny thing… Matteo gave me the same advice as you two,” I said.

The doctor whose name tag was spelt Callisto shivered and felt wronged. He didn't know how all that was happening was his fault. He has tried his best and lived up to his profession. Stomping out of his office in arrogance, Aurora went to Mia's ward. A strange light flashed across her eyes as she took unhurried steps towards the bed. Stopping to look at the face she hates most, Aurora chuckled. She ran her slim and well-manicured nails all over the gas pipe that led to Mia's nose. "Oh, Mia! You wouldn't know what hits you. Tsk tsk tsk, should I say, it's a pity you trust so easily?"

Tara A strange sound cleaves the heavy silence of the library — a sharp, broken laugh, which surprises even me. It transforms into a rictus I feel on my lips without having commanded it. "A conversation? Is that what you call it?" says Mike, retreating behind his armchair, making a barrier of leather and wood between us. His gaze is slimy, shifting from terror to desperate provocation. It's the trap of the cornered rat. "It's the beginning, Mike. The beginning of the end of our lies."