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.

of 18, eight months after being reunited with her biological parents. Her heart felt burdened, like a stone weighing her down, causing

dead!" Madeline's gaze darkened as she

sister, was the one responsible for everything she had

lose your 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 you come here and vie for the

Madeline's eyes, and she

Smack!

reverberated sharply through the

the aftermath of Madeline's slap became

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

me! Wait until

don't care anymore." Madeline's gaze locked onto Winslet,

not been for Winslet's repeated schemes and attempts to sow discord,

had given up any hope

in the picture, they would never truly

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

herself, "How could I... How

Bang!

of the ward was forcefully

His typically composed demeanor gave

came to see you with kindness,

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

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

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

together. Her gaze fixed on Harley and Henry. Unexplained tears welled up in

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

wiped the dampness from the

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

giving up her pals

three of the Larson

Larson family who came straight from work, was dressed

about Madeline's injury, he had no inclination to get

taken aback to find Madeline standing

heartstrings. There was even a red handprint left on her

was low and ice-cold. "Winnie, did

eyes. "How dare you lay a hand on Winnie!" Lucas Larson, the fifth

a hint of

had turned to ice within her

bore a venomous hatred. He glared at her