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.

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

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

one responsible

With your plain appearance, do you really think you can make it in the entertainment industry? You

eyes, and

Smack!

sharply through the

Winslet covered her face, the aftermath of Madeline's slap became evident in the form of several

eyes. The idea that Madeline, known for her meek and

me! Wait until my brothers hear about this!"

Larson family. I don't care anymore." Madeline's gaze locked onto Winslet, the very

sow discord, Madeline would not have been entangled in this

now, she had given up any hope

never truly care for her as a

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

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

Bang!

door of the ward was forcefully

of the Larson family, stormed in. His typically composed demeanor gave way to a

see you with

grievance and

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

disdainful glare at 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 push so far just because you

gaze fixed on Harley and Henry. Unexplained tears

as some kind of ferocious creature as

from the

her to leave the organization, and the

giving up her pals was utterly

three of the Larson brothers

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

upon hearing about Madeline's injury, he had no inclination to

his arrival, he was taken aback to find

at Jacob's heartstrings. There was even

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

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

and there was a hint of metallic scent lingering in

blood had turned to ice within her

hatred. He glared at her with an