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.

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

dead!" Madeline's gaze darkened as she looked at the person

was the one responsible for everything she had lost in her

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

eyes, and she

Smack!

sharply through

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

idea that Madeline, known for her meek and reserved

until my brothers hear about this!" Winslet

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

repeated schemes and attempts to sow discord, Madeline would

given up any

Winslet in the picture, they would never truly care

burn in hell, so you can experience the agony I've endured!"

over Winslet as she questioned herself, "How could

Bang!

of the ward

His typically

She came to see you with kindness, and this is how you repay her? You ungrateful

trembling with a mix of grievance and tears. "Harley, you're finally here. I've been so scared. Maddie

long as I'm here, no one can lay a finger on

never learn, do you? Bullying Winnie behind our backs once again. We've shared

Harley and Henry. Unexplained tears welled up

as some kind of ferocious creature as if they feared she might

from

driven her to leave the organization, and the ones who had

believed that giving up her pals was

the Larson brothers arrived

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

he had no inclination to get

upon his arrival, he was taken aback to find

There was even a red

His voice was low and

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 short of

head throbbed with pain, and there was a hint of metallic scent lingering in her

was as if her blood had turned

glared at her with an intensity that seemed capable of tearing her