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.

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

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

her adopted sister, was the one responsible for everything she had lost in her previous

off to be an extra. With your plain appearance, do you really think you can make it in the entertainment industry? You know

in Madeline's eyes, and she struck Winslet across

Smack!

sound reverberated sharply through

slap became evident

eyes. The idea that Madeline, known for her meek and reserved nature, would dare to strike her was almost

how dare you hit me! Wait until my

Madeline's gaze locked onto

and attempts to sow discord, Madeline would not have

any hope of thawing the

truly

all to burn in hell, so you can experience the agony

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

Bang!

door of the ward was

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

to see you with kindness,

her voice trembling with a mix of grievance and tears. "Harley,

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

the second son of the Larson family. He cast a 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 share the Larson family's blood! Sending you away from the Larson family is as simple as

her lips together. Her gaze fixed on Harley and

yet regarded Madeline as some kind of ferocious creature as if they feared she might

from

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

that giving up her

three of the Larson brothers

the third son of the Larson family who came straight

injury, he had no inclination

to find Madeline standing by the bedside, with Winslet

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

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

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

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

was as if her blood had turned to ice within her

at her with an intensity that seemed capable of