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 discomfort and

dead!" Madeline's gaze darkened as she

one responsible for everything she had

appearance, do you

eyes, and she

Smack!

reverberated sharply through

Madeline's slap became evident in the

known for her meek and reserved nature, would dare to strike

hit me! Wait until my brothers hear about

intimidate me with the Larson family. I don't care anymore." Madeline's gaze locked onto Winslet, the very person who had dragged her

it had not been for Winslet's repeated schemes and attempts to sow discord, Madeline would not

she had given up any hope of thawing the

Winslet in the picture, they would never truly care for

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

"How could I... How could I be afraid of Madeline?

Bang!

ward was forcefully

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

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

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

long as

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

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

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

dampness from the corners

organization, and the ones

up

three of the Larson brothers

Larson family who

Madeline's injury, he

his arrival, he was taken aback to find Madeline standing by the bedside, with Winslet in

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

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

you lay a hand on Winnie!" Lucas Larson, the fifth son, who was standing beside them,

pain, and there was a hint of metallic scent lingering in her

was as if her blood had

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