Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Tore Up My Admission Letter to Harvard: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 8

When we reached the garage, Marcus Black and Damian Knight were both eager to open the passenger door for Elena Rivers, each trying to outdo the other. Elena Rivers feigned hesitation, glancing at me with an air of fake discomfort. "Aren’t the passenger seats just for you, Amara?" she said, her voice dripping with feigned sweetness. "If I sit there, wouldn’ Amaraget upset?" she added, throwing a smug look between the two of them. Marcus Black was the first to act, quickly pushing Elena Rivers into the passenger seat. “She doesn’t mind... She’s the calmest one,” Marcus said with a forced smile. Damian Knight shot him a vexed look, slamming the car door shut, clearly frustrated. It wasn't until the car was about to start that both men realized I hadn’t gotten in yet. They rolled down the window, glancing at each other awkwardly, unsure of how to explain. “It’s fine, I’ll just drive my own car,” I replied, not bothering to hide the indifference in my voice. Upon hearing this, th

After my parents passed away, the Luciano family had fallen into disarray. Our once-proud household now stood in ruins, a shadow of its former self. But now, with a single move, I had raised the Luciano family from the ashes, signaling to everyone that the family still had a future, and no longer was it a target for anyone’s mockery or scorn. That’s why Grandma placed so much importance on the banquet—it had to be perfect, not a single detail could be overlooked. The night of the banquet arrived, and the venue was filled with influential figures from all corners of the Luciano family’s network: high-ranking mafia members, influential businessmen, political figures with ties to the family, and trusted allies who had proven their loyalty over the years. Every single person in the room had a role to play—some were there to honor the family, others to forge deeper alliances, and a few to demonstrate their unwavering loyalty to the Luciano legacy. Elena Rivers, in a high-end gown, wal

After getting off the plane, I took a long ride in a private car.It felt like an eternity before we finally arrived at our destination.The professor welcomed me warmly.“Miss Amara, the talented young woman, we’ve been eagerly awaiting your arrival. When we heard you applied to Harvard, we were honestly disappointed at first. We had hoped a brilliant mind like yours would choose us instead. But now, we’re thrilled you’ve decided to join our program. You’re exactly the kind of person we want to work with.”“Thank you, Professor. I will work hard and not let down your trust and training,” I said, bowing slightly.The professor glanced at my resume. “It looks like you’ve been interested in research for a long time. So, what made you change your mind about applying to Harvard?”Harvard had been Marcus Black and Damian Knight’s dream.The three of us had grown up together. From the moment we could speak, we were inseparable.Our bond had always been strong. We had made a pact that we woul

When we met again, both Marcus Black and Damian Knight had aged considerably. They were once heirs to a mafia family, but now they look like homeless people on the street.I was walking with my grandmother in the garden, the sun warm on our faces. I had just helped her sit down under a large oak tree, when I felt a sudden presence, a heaviness in the air. Before I could react, they appeared in front of me.They dragged a crying Elena Rivers behind them. Her once graceful figure was now marked by bruises, scratches, and cuts—her clothes torn, eyes swollen from tears. It was a haunting sight, and my heart ached for her. “Amara,” Marcus Black said, his voice trembling, softer than I had ever heard. His eyes were tired, the weight of countless regrets hanging in them. "We need to talk. This... this is the last time. If we don’t say it now, we might die with regret."His words hung in the air, desperate.Damian stood by silently, his posture stiff, his eyes darting between Marcus and me