Too Late For Regret: The Lethal Orphan

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."