Ten Years as a Good Girl. Now I Shoot

At ten, I took money to kill my first target and became the feared “Grim Reaper” of Grey Harbor. But for my mother’s dying wish, I put down my gun and hid my identity for ten years. When I returned to my biological family, my fake sister humiliated and framed me, while my fiancé and family looked down on me. I endured it all—until they finally pushed me too far. Now, the “Grim Reaper” is ready to pick up her gun again.