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.

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

familiar voice broke the moment. "Madeline, you've finally woken up. Quit playing dead!" Madeline's gaze darkened as she

Larson, her adopted sister, was the one responsible for everything she had lost in

and lose 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

and she struck Winslet across the

Smack!

sharply through

slap became evident

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

until my brothers hear

I don't care anymore." Madeline's gaze locked onto Winslet, the very person who had dragged her

not been for Winslet's repeated schemes and attempts to sow discord, Madeline

up any hope of thawing the

truly care

can experience the agony I've endured!" Madeline blurted out and gave

feeling crept over Winslet as she questioned herself, "How could I... How could I

Bang!

of the ward

typically composed demeanor gave

see you with kindness, and this is how

grievance and tears. "Harley, you're finally here. I've been so scared. Maddie said

shielded Winslet. "As long as

Madeline and stated, "You truly never learn, do you? Bullying Winnie behind our backs once again. We've shared 18 years of our lives with Winnie. Don't think you can

fixed on Harley and Henry. Unexplained tears welled

yet regarded Madeline as some kind of ferocious creature as if they feared she might harm

wiped the dampness from

the ones who

truly believed that giving up her pals was utterly

three of the Larson brothers

family who came straight from

about Madeline's injury, he had no

find Madeline standing by the bedside, with Winslet

Jacob's heartstrings. There was

His voice was low

Larson, 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

and there was a

was as if her blood had turned

her with an intensity that seemed capable of tearing her