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.

biological parents. Her heart felt burdened,

woken up. Quit playing dead!" Madeline's gaze darkened as she looked at the person entering the

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

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

blazed in Madeline's eyes, and she struck

Smack!

reverberated sharply

Madeline's slap became evident

Madeline, known for her meek and reserved nature, would dare

Wait until my brothers hear about

anymore." Madeline's gaze locked onto Winslet, the very person who had dragged her into the

attempts to sow discord, Madeline would not have been entangled

now, she had given up any

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

wish you all to burn in hell, so you can experience the agony I've endured!" Madeline blurted out and gave Winslet a

"How could I... How could I be afraid of Madeline?

Bang!

the ward was

eldest son of the Larson family, stormed in. His typically composed demeanor gave way to a flicker of anger upon witnessing

hit Winnie? She came to see you with kindness, and

with a mix of grievance and tears.

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

backs once again. We've shared 18 years of our lives with Winnie. Don't think you can push so far just because you share the Larson family's blood! Sending you

Harley and Henry. Unexplained tears welled

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

wiped the dampness from

and the ones who had cherished and adored her

truly believed that giving up her pals was

other three of the

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

Madeline's injury, he

find

heartstrings. There was even

His voice was low and ice-cold. "Winnie, did

a hand on Winnie!" Lucas Larson, the fifth son, who was standing beside them, suggested with burning anger, "Joel,

a hint of metallic scent lingering in

if her blood had turned to ice within

venomous hatred. He glared at her with