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.

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

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

Larson, her adopted sister, was the one responsible for

ruthlessly, "Look at you, running off to be an extra. With your plain appearance, do you really think

eyes, and she struck

Smack!

sharply through the

Madeline's slap became evident in the

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

how dare you hit me! Wait until my brothers hear about

Madeline's gaze locked onto Winslet, the very person who had dragged

to sow

had given up any hope

Winslet in the picture, they would never truly

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

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

Bang!

the ward was

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

She came to see you with kindness, and this is how you

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

brows furrowed as he shielded Winslet. "As long as I'm here, no

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 uttering a

fixed on Harley and Henry. Unexplained

kind of ferocious

the dampness from

who had driven her to leave the organization, and the ones who had cherished and adored her as if she were their

believed that giving up her pals was

three of the Larson brothers arrived

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

Madeline's injury, he had no inclination to get

he was taken aback to find Madeline standing by

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

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

it!" He madly seized Madeline by the collar and 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 presence is nothing short of an

throbbed with pain, and there was a hint of

was as if her blood had turned to ice within

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