Libro Culpa Mia Novels & Stories

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.

“She visited me… once. I thought it was routine. But she asked strange questions. About memory. About guilt.” Adrien approached slowly. “Mila… what happened the night of the fire?” Her lips trembled. “I screamed. I remember that. Cassia was upstairs. I remember the heat. And footsteps. Someone else's running but not helping.” “You didn’t cause it,” Adrien said. “You were a child.” “No. I was a coward.” Her voice cracked. “I froze. I didn’t run back inside. I didn’t save her.” Adrien’s jaw clenched. “You were ten. You don’t shoulder blame for a tragedy orchestrated by adults. Someone wanted you to believe that guilt belonged to you. And they’re still trying to convince you of that.”

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

Riccardo's POV I look at Mia, and she looks beautiful. I can not believe it is the girl I felt sorry for at her parents' house in New York. I can not think that I, Riccardo Marino, feel sorry for someone, but she also intrigued me because she was unafraid of me and gave me hell from the start. Maybe she did not know who I was, but she cleared that up quickly. She is not going to let me play with her and her feeling. I apologized to her, and that was not sitting well. Why the hell did I feel the need to do that? I do not know. This woman is playing with my head. I can not wait to get home. I know no woman can resist me, and I am not full of myself. I know that because every bloody woman I mee

The man just simply nodded his eyes still on her, even though he had glasses on, Ariana could still feel his intense gaze on her. Lifting her phone she made a quick call to Lora, giving her instructions to make transfer to Aiden’s account. “Thank you Lora, I will be waiting for your call”. Ariana said and hung up placing the phone on the counter. “Do you want coffee as you wait?” Ariana asked, and again the man answered with a nod, With a sigh, she walked to the kitchen to turn on the coffee maker. Her eyes roamed the kitchen to look for the cups but she couldn’t find it on the table, she raised her eyes to the shelve and there were the cup lying neatly on the very top of the shelve. “Damn i

“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.”

The regret I felt was too deep to shake off so easily. “You lived at the expense of another, Pa. There’s nothing to be so proud of,” Matteo said, his voice calm, yet eyes filled with a type of fire that only came with guilt and rage mixed to form a storm. “If I were you, I would’ve choked myself in my breath.” Edgardo’s eyes briefly brushed mine, embarrassment needling them, and I tried my best not to burst out laughing. Fabiola, who had been utterly silent and hesitant beside Matteo, took a sip from her glass of water, but she hid a smile behind the glass.

She shouldn't even be mad, I was doing her a favor. I smiled again, as I began working to the my bedroom to pick up my phone when I felt a sharp pain on my leg. "Mother fucking hell!" I yelled taking a quick step back. I had stepped on one of the broken glasses on the floor and now I was bleeding all over. "What the..." I groaned limping to my bedroom. This was all that Mia's fault. If it wasn't for that stupid news Verona just brought I wouldn't have broken so many bottles and would not be bleeding out like this.

I couldn't face her after the way she left my house the last time. And I was the careless one who brought her in. I really don't know what I was thinking. I guess I simply wasn't thinking at all. I was the one at fault. And yet she bore the full brunt of it. I can't look her in the eyes without feeling my guilt lodge itself in my throat. "Professor Orion?" The girl in front of me says, pulling my attention away from the closed door Alex just walked through. I look down to see that I am squeezing the book in my fist. This is the first edition of my first ever published book. I loosen my hold.

I tilt my head, catching a line: “Guilt is a powerful leash. But shame? Shame makes them kneel.” I blink. “You actually use this stuff?” I ask, only half-joking. Mia smirks. “All the time. I made Leo jealous last week using step six. And he doesn’t even know it.” She taps the edge of the book. “It’s not about lying. It’s about controlling the feeling they leave with.” Kiera groans. “Or maybe, just maybe, try being normal.”