Too Late For Regret: The Lethal Orphan

Chapter 4

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Too Late For Regret: The Lethal Orphan

SHANA GRAY Modern

“For years, I hid my identity as a lethal dark web operative by playing the quiet, submissive charity case of the wealthy Valentine family. On my seventeenth birthday, their spoiled kids set up a cruel trap to dump industrial glue and paint on my head. When I dodged it and they tumbled down the stairs instead, my adoptive parents completely lost their minds. Sterling Valentine slammed emancipation papers onto his heavy oak desk, calling me a dangerous liability and a monster. He kicked me out into a torrential storm with nothing but a canvas backpack, sneering that I would be eating out of dumpsters in a week. "You ungrateful piece of trash! We took you out of the gutter and this is how you repay us!" I looked at the man trying to intimidate me. He thought he was throwing away a helpless orphan, completely unaware he had just released a predator who could dismantle his entire life with a single keystroke. I didn't shed a single tear. I signed the papers, walked out the front door, and stepped directly into a waiting armored SUV. By midnight, I had a new billionaire cover family, hacked a mercenary group for three million dollars, and secured my spot at the city's most elite academy. "Game on."”