Libro Culpa Mia Novels & Stories

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.

“This is your fault, Chiara. The least you could do is help me out. No one would be looking into cases we worked together if Emilio hadn’t escaped on your watch.” “You and everyone else know that I had nothing to do with that. He smeared my name to get back at Papá for putting him in jail. If we are being technical, this is all Papá's fault. I didn’t do shit.” “But your name is tied to everything, and you are the reason those people are investigating you. I am collateral in your mess. I made a small mistake that I have never made before. I will never repeat it. I just need a second chance.”

“Well, that’s a selfish thing to say, considering you don’t really know me.” Mia looked up, surprised by the calm steadiness in Luciana’s voice. Luciana offered her a small, understanding smile. “My mom collapsed when we went to the market in Columbia,” she said, her tone wistful. “It was supposed to be a fun, carefree day. Just the two of us, laughing, shopping, enjoying our time together. And then suddenly, everything changed.” Luciana’s hands faltered in their gentle strokes, caught in the grip of her own past. The memory resurfaced, vivid and unrelenting, as if she were reliving it all over again.

Elena’s eyes had sold her out. “Are you going to keep up the lies, Elena?” Elena bit her lips and her shoulders slumped as she trembled all over. Maia took the book on the desk and tossed it at her feet. “Do you know who owned this book?” Maia saw that Elena was silent. So, she continued, “Celia loved this book the most. She used it as a diary. I want you to take a look at the two pages that fell out and feel the despair she experienced back then!”

If I didn’t carry the guilt of slamming Daruka’s head on the wall so harshly, I would have slammed Caleb’s head for sure and proved his point. “Why don’t you start with keeping your mouth in control?” Mia said in my defense and I looked at her with a pang of painful guilt stabbing my chest. I had thrown her back too. She must be hurt. Goddess, how did I get out of control twice today? What was up Crystal?

“No, that can’t be. I mean, I’ve known Martini. Not personally, but, you know, as Alessio’s uncle. He’s always seemed like a good man. Someone… decent. He’s been around De Luca's family forever.” “Exactly,” I said, a little too quickly. “Which is why this doesn’t sit right with me. He took a book from me the other day… in the library. I didn’t even say anything about it, but the moment I reached for it, he practically snatched it out of my hands. And it had my mother’s initials inside.” Mia blinked, stunned. “You think he’s hiding something?”

Cara's Pov I am sick. Not physically but emotionally. I realize I am losing my mind bit by bit. Lord knows how much more I can take before I lose my mind. I wanted revenge. I was ready to pay any price for it because what was taken from me was all worth it, but I didn't realize revenge would be this difficult.

Cara climbed into the passenger seat of Ben’s car and he drove on with a grim expression on his face. “How did it all happen? He was fine when I left him.” Doubt crept into her mind, making her repent her decision. Was he really fine? Maybe this could have been avoided if she hadn’t left him that night. Guilt washed over her and he looked at Ben Duncan, waiting for an answer.

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.

My eyes kept trailing around trying to search for him, but there was no sign of him anywhere. I pressed my hand against the window and stared until we were too far away to see anything anymore. "This is all my fault," I muttered as the car drove away. "Why would you blame yourself?" "It is all my fault. If only I had listened to him and not gone with them. Then maybe he would have been so focused and would have known when all of this was about to happen. But I was a fool. I thought I was ready for the Mafia world and kept insisting." "It is not your fault. A lot happened in the last few days and you were trying to get yourself distracted. You could not have known that any of this would happe