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.

reunited with her biological parents. Her heart felt burdened, like

"Madeline, you've finally woken up. Quit playing dead!" Madeline's gaze darkened as she looked at the

responsible for

huh?" Winslet sat by the bedside and sneered ruthlessly, "Look at you, running off to be an extra. With your plain appearance, do you

blazed in Madeline's eyes, and she struck Winslet across

Smack!

sharply

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

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

dare you hit me! Wait until my brothers hear

trying to intimidate me with the Larson family. I don't care anymore." Madeline's gaze locked onto Winslet, the

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

given up any hope

Winslet in the picture, they would never truly care for her as a

can experience the agony I've endured!" Madeline blurted out and gave Winslet a cold-eyed

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

Bang!

the ward

the eldest son of the Larson family, stormed in. His typically composed demeanor

She came to see you with kindness, and this

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

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

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 push so far just because you share the

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

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

from

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

truly believed that giving up her pals

other three of the Larson

of the Larson family who came straight from work,

Madeline's injury, he had

to find Madeline

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

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

fixed her with bloodshot eyes. "How dare you lay a hand on Winnie!" Lucas Larson, the fifth son, who was standing

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

as if her blood had turned

He glared at her with an intensity that seemed capable of tearing