My family has always favored boys over girls. I barely managed to get into a prestigious university.
My parents secretly hid my acceptance letter, wanting to trade me for a 10,000 dowry.
The principal and teachers tried to reason with my parents, but they refused to let me go.
In the end, I wrote a promissory note, agreeing to pay them 100,000 dollars after I graduated, just to be able to leave.
When I left home, the principal secretly slipped 200 dollars into my hand and told me to study hard.
Of course, my family never gave me a dime for living expenses, so I had to support myself with part-time jobs.
Even so, I never let my studies slip.
I consistently ranked first in my class.
By all accounts, I was supposed to receive a scholarship.
But connections trump everything.
I was counting on that scholarship to pay for my next semester's tuition, when this devastating news hit me.
I had little money, and it had been a long time since I’d eaten a full meal.
I fainted, and when I woke up, I saw a transfer in my bank account, labeled "Scholarship."
It was Ryan who fought for me and used his family’s influence to secure the scholarship spot.
And the money? He covered it in advance.