My Repentant Brothers by Grace Edith

Madeline Larson died.

Just before she died, the Larson family appeared on a TV show to expose her fabricated misdeeds.

Innocently carrying the burden of false accusations, she tragically died in a car accident at the height of her popularity. After her death, she witnessed the rampant circulation of malicious rumors about her.

In the blink of an eye, she had gone from a top star to a despised pariah!

Her ten more pals in her organization held the grandest funeral for her.

Then, they wiped out the Larson family on the seventh night after her passing. Madeline wept. She regretted leaving her pals.

She never should have left them behind and gone back to her biological parents. Her five brothers regarded her as a ruthless monster, despising her to the core.

As for her parents, they showered all their love on their adopted daughter alone.

Despite being the real daughter of the Larson family, she was nothing more than a pawn to be used and discarded.

Once they were done with her, they completely destroyed her.

Only the pals from her organization, with their complex and formidable natures though, truly cherished her to the core.

Ironically, it was the very people she had tried to escape who loved her the most.

If given another chance in life, Madeline swore that she would never harbor any illusions or hopes for the Larson family again!

Beep!

Beep! Beep!

Madeline's eyes fluttered open abruptly as if she had been submerged underwater and desperate for a breath of air.

She took in deep gulps of air, gradually regaining her composure after the suffocating state.

The sharp scent of disinfectant invaded her nostrils, and a throbbing ache pulsed through her head.

Panicked, Madeline scanned her surroundings and Madeline let out a deep sigh. "My head hurts so much..."

The memories of her previous life seemed to be nothing short of a haunting nightmare.

She took some time to fully comprehend that she had gone back in time.

the age of 18, eight months after being reunited with her biological parents. Her heart felt burdened, like a stone weighing

Madeline's gaze darkened as she looked at the

the one responsible for everything

your mind, huh?" Winslet sat by the bedside and sneered ruthlessly, "Look at you, running off to be an extra. With your plain appearance, do you really think you can make it in the entertainment industry? You know what, Loser? You should've just stayed in the

in Madeline's eyes, and she struck Winslet across the

Smack!

sharply through

slap became evident in the form

flickered in Winslet's eyes. The idea that Madeline, known for her meek and reserved

Wait until my brothers

care anymore." Madeline's gaze locked onto Winslet, the

and attempts to sow

she had given up any hope of thawing the Larson

in the picture, they would never truly care for her as a daughter or

can experience the

questioned herself, "How

Bang!

of the ward was forcefully

in. His typically composed demeanor gave

to hit Winnie? She came to see you with kindness, and this is how you repay

mix of grievance and

Winslet. "As long as I'm here, no one can lay a

learn, do you? Bullying Winnie behind our backs once again. We've shared 18 years of our lives with

fixed on Harley and Henry.

in protecting the devious Winslet, yet regarded Madeline as some kind of ferocious creature as if they feared she might

dampness from the corners

driven her to leave the organization, and the ones who had cherished and adored her as if she

truly believed that giving up her pals was utterly

three of the Larson brothers arrived as

Larson, the third son of the Larson family who came straight from work, was

upon hearing about Madeline's injury, he had

he was taken aback to find

of her sobbing tugged at Jacob's heartstrings. There was even a red handprint left on her pretty

frigid. His voice was low

the fourth son, erupted with anger. "Damn it!" He madly seized Madeline by the collar and fixed her with bloodshot eyes. "How dare you lay a hand on Winnie!" Lucas Larson, the fifth son, who was standing beside them, suggested with burning anger, "Joel, just throw her out of the window. Her presence

was a hint of metallic

as if her blood had turned to ice within her

eyes bore a venomous hatred. He glared at her with an intensity that seemed capable of tearing