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. Her heart felt burdened, like a stone weighing her down, causing discomfort and pain

finally woken up. Quit playing dead!" Madeline's gaze darkened as

one responsible

what's wrong? Hurt your 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 Madeline's eyes, and she struck Winslet across the

Smack!

sound reverberated sharply

covered her face, the aftermath of Madeline's slap became evident in the form of several

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

until my brothers

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

sow discord,

up any hope of thawing the Larson family's

would never truly care for her as a daughter

can experience the agony I've endured!" Madeline blurted out and gave

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

Bang!

door of the ward

Larson family, stormed in. His typically composed demeanor gave

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

in Harley's arms, her voice trembling with a mix of grievance and tears. "Harley, you're finally here. I've been so scared. Maddie

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

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

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

of ferocious creature as if they feared she might harm

the dampness from

the ones who had cherished and adored her as if

believed that giving up her

three of the Larson

Larson family who came straight from work,

about Madeline's injury, he had no inclination

to find Madeline standing by the bedside, with

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

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

the fourth 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,

pain, and there was a hint of metallic

blood had turned

glared at her with an intensity that seemed