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.

found herself reborn at the age of 18, eight months after being reunited with her biological parents. Her heart felt burdened, like a stone weighing

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

the one responsible for everything she had lost

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 and

blazed in Madeline's eyes, and she struck

Smack!

sound reverberated sharply through the

aftermath of Madeline's slap became evident

for her meek and reserved nature, would dare to

Wait until my brothers hear

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

not been for Winslet's repeated schemes and attempts to sow discord, Madeline would not have been entangled in this

she had given up any hope of thawing the Larson

picture, they would never truly care for her as a daughter

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

questioned herself, "How could I... How could I be afraid of Madeline?

Bang!

of the ward was

stormed in. His typically composed demeanor gave way to a flicker

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

in Harley's arms, her voice trembling with a mix of grievance and tears. "Harley, you're finally here.

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

shared 18 years of our lives with Winnie. Don't

lips together. Her gaze fixed on Harley

so careful in protecting the devious Winslet, yet regarded Madeline as some kind of ferocious creature as if they feared she might harm Winslet in even

from the corners of her

were the same brothers who had driven her to leave the organization, and the ones who had

giving up her pals was utterly

three of the Larson brothers arrived as

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

Madeline's injury, he had

his arrival, he was taken aback to find

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

expression turned frigid. His voice was low and ice-cold.

on Winnie!" Lucas Larson, the fifth son, who was standing beside them, suggested with burning anger,

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

blood had turned to ice

venomous hatred. He glared at her with an intensity that seemed