Our Fault Book 3 Novels & Stories

The man offered me an apologetic smile that I refused to swallow. Maybe a few hours ago it would have made me feel better, but right now? It did not. Not when I had a trail of guilt behind me. "It isn't his fault, even I made the mistake, I promise" George promised and took a few steps past Tyler, It was odd because I had not registered his footsteps at all. I didn't think. too much about it though, enough war happening already. "But—But he—" Trace tried to form coherent words. "I know," I heard George say, "Even I made that same mistake too, but it isn't my fault, Tyler has the right to be happy too," George confessed and I let out a breath I never knew I had been holding.

“Later on, I even lived in the underground sewers like the filth I am. “So, Mr Shaw, please don’t place anything so valuable to you into anyone’s body anymore, and turn it into filth. It was just an easy few minutes for you, but I suffered my whole life. “I’ve already suffered my entire life, but you still say it’s my fault. “Who was at fault for bringing me into this world? Who can tell me whose fault it was? “Was it my mother’s? “Yet, that pitiful woman merely saved a man, but her body was violated by that same man. From then on, her miserable, despicable life filled with agony started. “Mr. Shaw, tell me, who should I be blaming?” Gloria looked at Old Master Shaw with her face stricken wi

A broken sob tore out, tears spilling fast. "Mother... I was wrong. Please, just tell me where she is. I'll get the best doctors. She'll be okay. She HAS to be okay..." Elisa watched him unravel, shaking her head slow, her gaze ice-cold, final. "I won't tell you. "In this family, people pay for their sins. You think she didn't notice all those 'accidents' these past five years? She knew. She just lied to herself, hoping you'd come back.

she asked. "No," Ezra replied. "Liar!" Sarah yelled. "You will hate me more and blame me for not going back with you!" Ezra gritted his teeth; "Sarah, the downfall of Melrose is no one's fault but mine," he replied. "Yes, I was pissed. I got distracted with you while my brother closed in, but if I had listened to my mother and not brought my brother back into my company, I wouldn't be in this sh*t," he said.

Gentle. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I never knew they would come. I never wanted you to face that again.” My heart squeezed. His touch made me cry harder. I shook my head. “It’s not your fault,” I choked. “It’s me. It’s always me. I only bring trouble… shame… pain.” He moved closer. His hand slid down, holding mine. His fingers were firm, like he was trying to keep me from falling apart. “Don’t say that. Don’t ever say that again. You’re not the one at fault. They are. Him. His family. Not you.”

“I couldn’t let you go out on your own, knowing how much pain you’re in, and it’s partly my fault.” “It’s not your fault, Greg. Whatever happened was not your fault. You had no way of stopping it.” “But if I had arrived earlier, maybe she’d be here with us,” Greg said. I sighed at my Beta’s words. I shifted back and sat, butt naked, on the grass, knees up, with my hands resting on them. “It’s my fault. If only I had brought her home earlier, this wouldn’t have happened. I apologize for earlier. You did nothing wrong,” I told my Beta, who had shifted and was seated on the ground, naked like me.

She looked at me with a guilty face and said, "I heard that from the guard at the door. I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I went back to my home last night to get something and looked for it for a long time. I didn't expect you to go back to the clinic last night, so I didn't leave a message for you, which made you misunderstand. If you didn't go out to look for me, you wouldn't get involved in this kind of trouble. It's all my fault." I shook my head and said, "It's not your fault! I took the wrong road carelessly and got into the current predicament. I'm lucky to be back alive. But Oprah..." Speaking of the dead Oprah, I felt very sad. Lydia was silent, too. I clenched my fist angrily and said

George said quickly. But when I looked at Scarlett, I saw guilt and sorrow swimming in her eyes. She lifted her face and held my hands. “No, Boobae… you weren’t the reason. It was my fault… and the circumstances at that time,” she confessed, her voice heavy with regret. “Carly, Bhabe… it was my fault too,” George added gently. “So don’t blame yourself.” I took a deep breath and nodded slowly. “I’m glad to hear that.” But deep inside, my chest was tightening. I didn’t know why my heart was beating so fast. So much had happened… what other painful memories were waiting for me? I couldn’t stop asking myself that question. Sometimes, I was even scared to ask.

Dead cold. “It’s not Elias.” Her voice was nasally, and the words came out of her throat with great difficulty. “It’s me. I’m the problem.” “What? You’re not the problem—” She shook her head and protested, “No matter which way you see it, it’s my fault. It’s always been my fucking fault. I let Elias in and he killed Carlo. He set Leona up as well. Adonis almost died because of that woman.” “None of this is your fault. Do you fucking understand? If anyone’s to blame, it’s Elias. You were merely . . . in love.” My last two words were whispered.

***This is the third installment of the ‘His’ Series. There are characters in this book that is mentioned in books one and two. If you haven’t read those books, some of the background information might not make sense. Please enjoy! Leave comments and reviews! I do read them!*** Isaiah POV