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.

after being reunited with her biological parents. Her heart felt burdened, like a stone weighing her down, causing

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

the one responsible for everything she had lost

wrong? Hurt your head 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 know what, Loser? You should've just stayed in the countryside. How dare you come here

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

Smack!

reverberated sharply through

Madeline's slap became evident in

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

until

me with the Larson family. I don't care anymore." Madeline's gaze

repeated schemes and attempts to sow discord, Madeline would not have been entangled

had given up any

would never truly care

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

questioned herself, "How could I... How could I

Bang!

the ward was forcefully

His typically composed demeanor gave way to a

you with kindness, and this is how you repay her?

her voice trembling with a mix of grievance and tears. "Harley, you're finally here. I've

as he shielded Winslet. "As long as I'm here, no one can

our 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 away from the Larson family is as simple as

gaze fixed on Harley

kind of ferocious creature as if they feared she might harm Winslet in

wiped the dampness from

to leave the organization, and the

giving up

three of the

family who came straight from work, was dressed in

Madeline's injury, he had no

upon his arrival, he was taken aback to find Madeline standing by the bedside, with

tugged at Jacob's heartstrings. There was even a red handprint left on

expression turned frigid. His voice was low and ice-cold. "Winnie, did Madeline hit

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

was a hint of metallic scent lingering in

blood had turned

glared at her with an intensity that seemed