Your Fault Series Novels & Stories

" It's not my fault that her husband was abusive, or she can't become a mother.” " Nothing is my fault , then how can you think I will bear the punishment ? If she thinks Viren still loves her then she never had planned to separate me and Viren, but she knew inside her heart that Viren is happy with me, and she has no chance.” Saying this she started breathing heavily.

“No, it is not. Everything you have been going through these past few weeks has not been your fault.” I am quiet now. Because she is right. It is not my fault. It is not my fault that I have been without a job for over a month. It is not my fault that I am blacklisted. But I know whose fault it is...It is Zion Koh Foster’s. And he will pay with the baby he loves the most. His company.

Too disappointed, too self-blame, too painful, too heartbroken. Jessica had been tormented day and night. Now, she finally saw her brother. Although she knew that she was not qualified to ask for forgiveness, she still cried and said, "If it weren't for me, Howard wouldn't have died. You don't have to be despised by my sister-in-law. I'm sorry! I'm sorry..." "It's not your fault!" "It's my fault. I fell in love with Luke, so I led the wolf into my house. I wrongly believed in Christopher, so I fell into such a trap... So, it's all my fault. It's all my fault..."

“This is all my fault.” “What do you mean?” Stuart pulls his head up and looks at me. The pain and sorrow in his eyes are almost too much to bear. “If I’d never been the way I was…..if I hadn’t raised the twins the way I did……” Stuart stands and starts to pace back and forth. “If I had been a better man, this wouldn’t be happening.” I lean back on the table, using a hand to balance me. “If this is your fault, then it’s equally my fault.”

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.

"I don't know... Everything. For not being there for you, for letting this happen --" "What? "i grabbed her hand "Faye you have nothing to be sorry about. This isn't your fault, you have nothing to do with it. " Shaking her head roughly in a negative direction, she frowned. "it is, it's my fault. All of it, if i hadn't let my curiosity get the best out of me, maybe, just maybe you'd have never gotten into that accident, you would have never been on a hospital bed battling for your life and none of this would be happening... ".

I didn’t want to believe it was my fault, it wasn’t my fault Rye got into the accident either, right? But the truth was, it was my fault my mother had to raise a child on her own when she was still a child, it was my fault my father didn’t want me and he abandoned her. It was my fault that Derek died, if only I had done something — anything. And today, it was my freaking fault that Rye was fighting for her life. My heart clenched as my fingers moved faster against my skin, the pain dulled my senses and thoughts.

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.”

I stared at the phone for a long moment, my blood chilled in my veins. So that was the man behind the title. Alpha Moonfang. Ruthless, controlling and unforgiving. And Liam—he was on the receiving end of all that fury, the expectation and cruelty. I slowly placed the phone back down, every movement feeling wrong like I’d crossed into something sacred and shattered it. Regret left a bitter taste in my mouth as I realized I should’ve never listened to that. I hadn’t meant to intrude. I wasn’t trying to dig into his life. But hearing that… the tone, the language, the threat—it cracked something open in me.

And it was my fault. I kept seeing it in my head — the way she must have walked into our bedroom and seen Dahlia on top of me. The betrayal in her eyes. The way she must have felt after everything we had been through. I had told her she was mine. I had promised to protect her. And now she was gone because of a trap my ex-wife and daughter had set. I slammed my fist against the wall of the security room, the pain barely registering. My phone was glued to my ear as I barked orders at Roland.