Libro Culpa Mia Novels & Stories

The man refuses to continue the conversation with Mia, he just angrily leaves the reading room and asks the girl to quickly finish her work. After Malcolm leaves, the girl breathes a sigh of relief. Talking and arguing with Malcolm is tiring and stressful. Mia blames herself for many things, she pats her cheeks hard, lamenting: “If I had known, I wouldn't have told him these things… What a fool!”

“Why so? Why is Doc Mia happy now? Why was she still blessed with a good life if evil was done? After all, she was the one who was at greater fault than me.” "She's not totally evil. You're the one who can say that because you've been together for a long time. She also helps as much as she can. That girl happened to be greedy and did a lot of evil. But then, cleverness is human nature, so.. ." Gami smiled and seemed to remember something. "You know, Mia is also very sorry for what she did. She didn't expect that you would get to the point of committing suicide. She had a few months of down time, she felt guilt even though she is happy with her family. Her family cured her guilt, but not tota

“You don’t have to blame yourself for anything that happened.” My throat tightened. How could I not blame myself? My fingers curled tighter against the fabric. My chest felt hollow. Empty. Because the truth sat heavy inside me. No matter what he said. No matter what anyone said. I knew what I had done. I knew what my hands had done. And no amount of words could erase it. My lips parted slightly. A thought slipped quietly through my mind. I’m a terrible person.

I scream, and my voice echoes through the room. Lucas falls silent. “You did,” I repeat, quieter this time. I press my lips together, trying to hold myself together. “You hurt me more than anyone has in a very long time.” He looks devastated. And for one brief second, I almost feel guilty. Then I remember how he called Marcella, and the guilt disappears. “You know what I think?” I ask. “I think you used me.” His eyebrows pull together. “No. Fiorella, that's not true,” he defends himself immediately.

"Mienya, it seems you misunderstood. What happened was certainly not what I wanted at all. How can you blame me for all the events that happened in your life? Everyone must have their own destiny, and I hope that you stop blaming others for what happens in life. I really did not expect that perspective to be so narrow-minded that it made me guilty in your life. Don't you feel like you are the antagonist in someone else's life? So how can you suddenly make someone else the antagonist in your life? You are too selfish, so far you have never thought so clearly if someone has a choice in life and more than that not everyone is able to understand some things that will certainly provide a correct

I Summed up. “Yeah I know, Antonio is an asshole, but I do not blame him most times. There is a lot you are yet to know about him. And trust me if you did, you wouldn’t be this disgusted by the way he acts.” Guila let out. “I blame my Papa for it! I blame the Cosa Nostra! I blame the whole Mafioso for it! He never chose to be the way he is but he was born into it. If what happened to him when he was just five years had happened to me, I’m sure I would have been worse than he is.” Guila’s countenance was wild. It was as though whilst she spoke, she relived the moments of some grotesque past.

“I’m sorry, Mel. I brought this on you. You and she were never supposed to be involved. She only did this to you because she wanted to hurt me.” “I understand. There’s a grudge between you. That’s why she resorted to this, to drive a wedge between us!” Melina understood. Her eyes filled with tears of regret. “It’s all my fault, Tiria! I should have trusted you and called you for verification. That way, we wouldn’t have ended up with such a huge misunderstanding, and I wouldn’t have fallen into her manipulations. I’m so stupid! I deserve this! But… But it’s too late for regrets! I’ve lost Mario, my baby, and I’ll be executed in a few days. Sob sob sob…”

He stood still, looking particularly pitiable despite his big frame. He looked at Mia, saying, "I admit it's my fault back then. I underestimated the evil and greediness in one's heart, and I didn't expect a little girl like Maya to manifest such malice. If I didn't bring her back, she might've already told me about your whereabouts to ensure she'll lead a good life." Mia's eyes reddened. "Dominic, it's not your fault. No one expected Maya to be that malicious as a kid. I can't remember what happened back then, so I have no idea why she lied."

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 just sat there, brain fried and not able to think straight. “...” No one had anything that they could add or use to disprove the theory, as the depressing reality of this case’s truth started to set in. “This...this is my fault.” Mia reminded everyone, her voice shaking and upsetting, “I wasn’t there for her when she needed my help, and… and I wanted to be here for her, but I just…” She wasn’t able to finish her sentence without breaking out silently into tears, blaming herself for Risa’s death. None of us had any further words, as we were too busy feeling awful, or crying alongside Mia, like Urkstin was.