Novel & Cerita My Fault Series

“It’s probably my fault, huh?” Conner wanted to say of course it’s your damn fault. If you hadn’t dropped the Christy Demars case into my lap none of this would have happened. But he knew that was unfair. He’d known all along what was happening, had allowed himself to be pulled deeper and deeper into the investigation, had even enjoyed his growing role. Cecilia had warned him, and he’d ignored her warnings. He couldn’t blame Sloane. It was his own damn fault. But that didn’t make him feel any better.

She called my dad and he said he was coming since he didn't travel to a far place. I kept asking Gerald to wake up,to forgive me. After an hour, Gerald woke up and that was when I heard it, the first time I heard someone's thought and it was Gerald's thought, "the fault is not yours" that was what i heard before he closed his eyes and my mom rushed to call the doctor and when he came,he said Gerald was dead and everywhere was silent. The driver cried and then,I heard his thoughts,he kept calling himself a murderer,he kept blaming himself,I walked to him and told him that the fault wasn't his, I even held his hands.

"Eve, I'm sorry for missing our date. Regardless of my excuse, you must have waited a long, long time for me. That's my fault. To be honest, I knew it was you the moment you added me with your anonymous account. That's because I've seen you logging into that account in the library. "I was surprised when you asked me if I'd like to have that kind of video chat with you. It was hard to imagine you doing something like that because you seemed so well-behaved. I couldn't help but feel happy when I learned that I was the first person you asked to do it. I knew you weren't a girl who often found pleasure using such methods. You only did it to find out how I felt about you."

He added agitatedly. Faith felt her heart sinking. She feels guilty for causing so many problems for Mateo and everyone around – she needed to come clean to Jeremy, “Listen, it isn't his fault. It is mine. He got hurt while trying to protect me. People were put in danger because of me. Mateo was just helping me out.” She tried to reason with him. She fidget with her fingers as she looked down – her chest felt heavy as she continued, “Umm, I am the one who has been causing trouble for everyone in this village. I am very sorry for causing all the trouble. It is me – all me – not him,” She tried to explain. Her voice quavered as she spoke. Her eyes teared up. She feels ashamed. She didn’t dare

I wouldn't still go even if I was to be sure somehow that she wouldn't be sleeping in the house tonight. My head was full, and my eyes hung heavily. In everything that had happened, I did not shed a single tear. I didn't want to. It was not my mother's fault that she trailed the wrong part, that she met the wrong people. It was not my fault to have believed a friend I have known for the past three years, and it was not my fault that they were players. It was not my fault that I was surrounded by people that should be hung high and tight, left to dangle until the only words left in their mouths were apologies and promises to become better people.

He knew! It was all my fault. No. It wasn't my fault. It was my father's. Wait. My father was trying to save his reputation so it is the fault of she who started it in the first place, Cassandra! It was all her fault. In fact, it was all their fault. All of them. Dad! Mom! Cassandra! And me? I played along with their dirty little game. I stood up and reached out for my phone. Dialing Cassandra, the phone rang over and over again but went straight to voicemail.

The floodgates I had struggled to keep closed all afternoon broke loose with his hands on me and the tears streamed down in heavy streaks, "I don't know, because it's my fault our baby is dead, because the man that attacked me was from a past I thought I was done with, because our baby would have been alive and well if I hadn't been a careless bitch, because we would have been safe and back home in San Diego if I wasn't so stupid, because I didn't listen to you and stay home the day I had the accident. The list is quite long." I met Lucas's eyes through my wet lashes and was surprised to see him frowning. He wiped my cheeks with the pad of both his thumbs them pressed a chaste kiss on my lip

Her eyes filled with tears as she stammered, “It wasn’t his fault, Myla. We didn’t show up on time because Michael had a heart attack that morning. We had to rush him to the hospital. Please, understand. Damien was in the hospital throughout the day. He didn’t mean for any of this to happen." “ Oh, I see,” I said, my voice low. “Damien, is that what you told them? You’re such a pathetic liar.” His face paled, and I could see the panic in his eyes. “Please, Myla, don’t go. We can settle this as one family. It’s not Damien’s fault.” “So now it’s my fault too? Let me tell you something, Mrs. Brooks. None of this, none of it, matters anymore. I’ve made up my mind."

I choked on my words. “Shh.. Baby girl. It wasn’t your fault.” Damian comforted me, his hands went up and down my back. “If I had remembered about her sooner, if I had asked you and the polices to search for her sooner, she wouldn’t have died. This is all my fault.” I sobbed in his arms. “Baby girl, it wasn’t your fault. None of it was your fault. As much as we want to save people, sometimes we just can’t. But you have done everything you can, Baby girl.” His voice was soothing.

Only Dante's fireproof study remained somewhat intact, though the rest of the structure around it had fallen away. Everything else was gone. I stared at it all, with guilt in my chest. This was my fault. If I'd been stronger, if I'd figured out Sofia's betrayal sooner, if I'd killed Rye faster – "Stop." Dante appeared beside me, his hand finding mine. "I can see what you're thinking. This isn't your fault.” “But–” "No." His voice was firm. "This is Sofia's fault. Rye's fault. The Bratva's fault. Not yours. We had no idea we harbored a traitor. No one could have predicted this.”