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.

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

dead!" Madeline's gaze darkened as she looked at the person entering the ward. "Winslet," she

was the one responsible for everything she had lost in her

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

and she struck Winslet across the

Smack!

sharply through

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

in Winslet's eyes. The idea that Madeline, known for her meek and reserved nature, would dare to strike her was

until my brothers hear

I don't care anymore." Madeline's gaze locked onto Winslet, the very person who had dragged her into the

sow discord, Madeline would not have been entangled in this

she had given up any hope

the picture, they would never truly care for her as

you can experience the agony I've endured!" Madeline blurted out and gave Winslet a cold-eyed

as she questioned herself, "How could I... How could I be afraid of

Bang!

ward

His typically composed demeanor gave way to a flicker of

you dared to hit Winnie? She came to see you with kindness, and this is how

refuge in Harley's arms, her voice trembling with a mix of grievance and tears. "Harley, you're finally here. I've been so scared. Maddie

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

Winnie behind our backs once again. We've shared 18 years of our

her lips together. Her gaze fixed on Harley and

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

the dampness from the

to leave the organization, and the ones who had cherished and adored her as if

giving up her pals was

of the Larson brothers

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

injury, he had no inclination to get

aback to find Madeline standing by the bedside, with

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

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

eyes. "How dare you lay a hand on Winnie!" Lucas Larson, the fifth son, who was standing beside

was a hint of metallic

had turned to

eyes bore a venomous hatred. He glared at her with