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.

herself reborn at the age of 18, eight months after being reunited with her biological parents.

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

the one responsible for everything she had lost in her

head and 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.

in Madeline's eyes, and

Smack!

sound reverberated sharply through the

of Madeline's slap became evident in the form of

Madeline, known for her meek

until

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

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

given up any hope of thawing the

would never truly care

in hell, so you can experience the agony I've endured!" Madeline blurted out

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

Bang!

door of the ward was

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

dared to hit Winnie? She came to see you with kindness,

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

Winslet. "As long as I'm here,

Madeline and stated, "You truly never learn, do you? Bullying Winnie behind our backs once again. We've shared 18 years of our

pressed her lips together. Her gaze fixed on Harley and Henry.

the devious Winslet, yet regarded Madeline as some kind of ferocious creature

the dampness from the corners of her

her to leave the organization, and the ones who had cherished and adored

giving up her

three of the Larson brothers

who came straight from work,

Madeline's injury, he had no

taken aback to find Madeline standing by the bedside,

There

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

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

pain, and there was a hint of metallic scent

if her blood had

a venomous hatred. He glared at her