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.

herself reborn at the age of 18, eight months after being reunited with her biological parents. Her

dead!" Madeline's gaze darkened as she

one responsible for everything she had lost in her

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

blazed in Madeline's eyes, and she

Smack!

sharply through the

covered her face, the aftermath of Madeline's slap became

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

you hit me! Wait until my

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

attempts to sow

up any hope

would never truly care for

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

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

Bang!

the ward was forcefully kicked

in. His typically composed demeanor gave way to a flicker of anger

came to see you with kindness,

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

furrowed as he shielded Winslet. "As long as

stated, "You truly never learn, do you? Bullying Winnie behind our backs once again. We've shared 18

Harley and Henry. Unexplained tears welled up

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

dampness from the

the ones who had cherished and adored her as if she were

giving up her

three of the Larson brothers

the third son of the Larson family who came straight from

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

he was taken aback to find Madeline standing by the

Jacob's heartstrings. There was even

was low and ice-cold. "Winnie, did Madeline hit

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 is nothing

with pain, and there was a hint of

as if her blood had turned to ice

glared at her with an