Lahat ng Kabanata ng Code of Unequal Love: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 7

I gazed at the app icon on my screen, a wave of nausea washing over me.In what felt like a previous life, the gnawing hunger that came just before death was my constant companion.I remembered the days I would sneak classmates' leftovers in the cafeteria, the nights I would dig through trash for stale bread, and the shivering cold of winter classes, my only warmth a ragged coat scavenged from a dumpster.Meanwhile, my brother always sported the freshest kicks, bragging as he showed off his latest ten-grand windfall from the app. "Man, sis, you've got the worst luck."I used to believe it was just that: bad luck.However, as I lay dying, my college smarts helped me uncover the truth: the app's code was rigged from the start.My account ID was doomed to always come up empty.I inhaled deeply, fighting back a lump in my throat, and slid the phone back to my mom:"Mom, this whole 'Shake for Allowance' thing doesn't sit right with me."Her smile stiffened, and she peered at me wit

My brother, who was quiet, finally piped up with a lazy smirk, "Doesn't Mom treat us the same? I just got lucky and won some cash. How can you blame her? Just because you're unlucky doesn't mean you can accuse her of playing favorites."Watching them, a mother and son duo, one in denial, the other feigning innocence.I said to them, "Of course you don't think she's biased, because you're the golden boy."I took a deep breath, did not give them another look, and walked out the door.Little did she know, I was at the top of my game. Starting over with my tech skills was no big deal.With a little bit of savings from odd jobs and a hand from friends, I managed to get by on my own for a while.Then, just like that, a new chance came my way.The city was buzzing with excitement for the upcoming "Code Quest," a hackathon aimed at young tech wizards.The grand prize? An internship at a leading tech company and industry-wide acclaim.That's when I remembered my mom mentioning she woul

I turned to the judges and the audience, bowing deeply."Sorry for the interruption. My personal drama shouldn't have messed with the competition's vibe. However, I stand by what I did. Calling out a lie that's hiding behind tech, pointing out unfairness, that matters way more than any trophy. "Tech should be about sharing warmth, making things fair, not locking in biases or controlling people. "Just then, a woman with an air of confidence stood up from the judges' table.She grabbed the mic, her eyes fixed on me, full of open admiration."Hold up a sec, Rosie, " she said.Her voice was steady, commanding the room's attention."I'm Melissa Rogers, the head honcho at NovaRise Tech. "NovaRise Tech!That name rang a bell for everyone there: the big leagues of AI, where every computer whiz kid wanted to be.Melissa went on:"First off, from all of us judges, your 'Family Growth Tree' project? Love the heartwarming idea, the smart design. It's got a solid product sense. "How

"Be quiet!"Mom's voice cut through the air like a knife, and speaking of knives, she actually grabbed one, a fruit knife, and held it to my face."This is your last chance. How did you find out? If you won't tell me, I'll make sure you can't show off that genius girl face of yours ever again!"I was drowning in fear, the kind that made me think I might actually die, and the kind that came with the threat of being scarred for life.I knew she would do anything.In a moment of pure terror, I blurted out the truth: "I'm reborn!"The words hung in the air, and they all just stopped, frozen.The knife in my mom's hand hovered, motionless, and her eyes were full of shock and disbelief."What did you just say?"However, I was past the point of no return, and with a rush of reckless courage, I screamed:"I clawed my way back from hell! In my previous life, I fell for your rotten scams, ended up broke every single month, barely scraping by with odd jobs, until I starved to death! You