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.

months after being reunited with her biological parents. Her heart felt burdened, like a stone weighing her down,

playing dead!" Madeline's gaze darkened as she looked

her adopted sister, was the 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

and she struck Winslet across the

Smack!

sharply

of Madeline's slap became evident

eyes. The idea that Madeline, known for her meek

how dare you hit me! Wait until my

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

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

she had given up any hope of thawing the Larson

picture, they would never truly care for her as a daughter

in hell, so you can experience the

she questioned herself, "How could I... How could I

Bang!

ward was

Larson, the eldest son of the Larson family, stormed in. His typically composed demeanor gave way to a flicker of anger upon witnessing the

She came to see you with kindness,

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

as I'm here, no one can lay a finger on

closely behind was Henry Larson, the second son of the Larson family. 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

fixed on Harley and Henry. Unexplained tears welled up

Winslet, yet regarded Madeline as some kind of ferocious creature as if they feared she might

wiped the dampness from the corners of her

leave the organization, and the ones who had cherished and adored her as if she

giving up her pals

three of the Larson brothers arrived

who came straight from work, was dressed in

injury, he had

arrival, he was taken aback to find Madeline standing by

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

expression turned frigid. His voice was low and ice-cold. "Winnie,

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

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

blood had turned to ice within

venomous hatred. He glared at her with an intensity that