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

the moment. "Madeline, you've finally woken up. Quit playing dead!" Madeline's gaze darkened

adopted sister, was the one responsible for everything

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?

eyes, and she struck Winslet across the

Smack!

reverberated sharply through the

slap became evident in

The idea that Madeline, known for her meek and reserved nature, would dare to

hit me! Wait until my brothers hear about this!"

I don't care anymore." Madeline's gaze locked

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

up any hope of thawing the Larson

Winslet in the picture, they would never truly care for

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

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

Bang!

of the ward

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

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

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

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

shared 18 years of our lives with Winnie. Don't think you can push so

on Harley and Henry. Unexplained tears welled

as some kind of ferocious creature as if they feared

dampness from the

the ones who had cherished

believed that giving up her pals

other three of the Larson

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

upon hearing about Madeline's injury, he had no

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

heartstrings. There was even

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

son, erupted with anger. "Damn 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 eyesore!" Madeline's throat

pain, and there was a hint of metallic scent lingering

if her blood had turned to

glared at her with an intensity that seemed