Your Fault Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

“ I just feel guilty like I did something wrong, this mess was supposed to be mine. I was the one who invited this trouble and it was I who didn’t protect her parents properly. I should have thought things through properly before running from Glenn but I didn’t, I made an instinctive decision because I wanted to get away from him. That caused my parents’ safety to get endangered and the same could be said for you, I am here to help you out but instead, you are the one who is helping me out, I even caused this tragedy where you got hurt. If only I was paying attention then this wouldn’t have happened-” “ Woah, Woah, hold that thought,” said Cain as he held his hand up, staring at Reyna like h

"Don't you dare blame yourself for that! It was my fault I took that risk. You put those guards outside the house to keep me safe. But it was me who didn't listen to them. So whose fault is it? Me. So stop torturing yourself for the thing you didn't do, again." He shook his head, eyes pained. "I should've known that you were there. I should've listened to your voice messages and picked up your calls. But my phone was fucking dead! I forgot to charge it last night! It's all my fucking fault!" He slammed his fist against the headboard of the bed, cursing. I gasped. "Ace! Stop! I said it wasn't your fault. And nothing happened to me right? I'm fine. It was my stupidity that I followed Arthur wi

"He should have blamed me, it was my fault," "Salvatore-" "-If only I had been more vigilant if only I had put more security measures into place. If I had insisted that Serafina send her guards to get the nebulizer, she would still be alive. If I had insisted that mom and dad stay here, they wouldn't have been attacked. If I had killed Jayson that day, I would not be dealing with this. It's all my fault," "Baby, no," Nicole shook her head, pain evident in her voice to realize how much he was beating himself up over it. "It's not your fault; you can't know everything all the time,"

"Is that what you came here to tell me? That this is all my fault? That if I'd just been a better husband, a better father, none of this would have happened?" "You cheated on Scarlet with her own sister. You were negligent with Jace which directly led to his kidnapping. You've spent months trying to destroy Damian's business and Scarlet's reputation through lies and manipulation. Yes, Lucas, this is your fault. But that doesn't mean you can't stop before you make it so much worse." He stood up and walked to the window, and I watched his shoulders tense as he stared out at the city that was slowly waking up. "Why do you even care? You never cared about me before."

Emma, the fake heiress, and I were sold into an underground BDSM club. When my parents, the richest couple in the country, and my husband, Leo DeLuca, the feared Don of the DeLuca crime family, finally found us, I was bound with duct tape and covered in wounds. Emma lay beside me, heavily pregnant and unconscious. Three months later, doctors confirmed that her baby had died in the womb. She was the adopted daughter my parents had cherished for twenty years, and the girl my husband had never gotten over. My parents and husband went half mad, offering a nationwide one-hundred-million-dollar bounty for any lead on the person responsible. I was the only one who might have seen the culprit's face

"Don't look at me like that guys. I am really, really very sorry. I regret scolding you and letting all anger come out on you people. Please forgive me." "Sir it's okay, but.. Suddenly..," the receptionist spoke and was interrupted by the doctor in the middle. "Please let me speak. Look, as I understood it was not your fault, mistakes can happen from anyone. I was the one who reacted too much," he said. "Yes sir, but we were all sleeping and the ward boy was not closing the door, " the receptionist spoke in guilt. "No it was not at all anyone's fault. And if anyone is at fault then it's Dev' s," the doctor said.

Jason tried to explain before Maya cut him off. "Oh, it's my fault? How the hell is this all my fault, Jason? You're the one who kept me away from everyone! You're the one that fucking cheated on me! And now I'm the one at fault?" Maya wiped away a tear. "Own up, Jason! For once in your miserable fucking life, own up to the shit you do! Nothing here is my fault, and you know it!" With that, Maya turned away and when to her room. *****

Darrion had told him to tell Claude however it is, just come clean, but Jai didn’t listen to him the first time. “But it’s the truth. What else can we do? It’s not our fault the man got killed.” Darrion replied. “No, it’s not our fault. But it’s still ‘my’ fault that I don’t immediately follow up with it. And yet, Baji had already prepared some things if I would ever charge the man with it.” Jai sighed. “It’s my fault. I should’ve—”

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."

“It was all Flora. She manipulated everything. She tricked me, tricked everyone, and ruined what we had—our perfect family. I swear to you, I had no idea about half of what she did. I only found out when it was too late. And I was devastated.” “None of it was your fault?” I asked coldly. “Yes. It wasn’t.” “So my medication being tampered with wasn’t your doing?” “Charlotte, I swear on my…” “You pushing me into the water and watching me drown wasn’t your fault either?” “Actually, that was…” “You tampering with my car, having me locked in the hospital, taking away all my years of hard work, making me raise your bastard child, and convincing me I could never have one of my own—none of that was