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.

age of 18, eight months after being reunited with her biological parents. Her heart felt

dead!" Madeline's gaze darkened as she looked at the

sister, was the one responsible

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 the entertainment industry? You know what, Loser? You should've just stayed

Madeline's eyes, and she struck Winslet across

Smack!

reverberated sharply through

the aftermath of Madeline's slap became evident in the

known for her meek and reserved nature, would

hit me! Wait until my brothers hear about

anymore." Madeline's gaze locked onto Winslet, the very person who had

and attempts to sow

she had given up any hope of thawing

they would never truly care for her as a daughter or

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

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

Bang!

the ward was

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

see you with

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

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

never learn, do you? Bullying Winnie behind our backs once again. We've shared 18 years of our lives with Winnie. Don't

on Harley and Henry. Unexplained tears welled up

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

the dampness from the

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

believed that giving up

three of the Larson

the Larson family who came straight from work, was dressed in

hearing about Madeline's injury, he had

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

Jacob's heartstrings. There was even a red

expression turned frigid. His voice was low

eyes. "How dare you lay a hand on Winnie!" Lucas Larson, the fifth son, who was standing beside them, suggested with burning anger, "Joel,

was a hint

if her blood had turned

glared at her with an intensity that seemed capable of tearing