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.

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

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

Larson, her adopted sister, was the one responsible for everything she

at you, running off to be an extra. With your plain appearance, do you really think you can make it in the entertainment

eyes, and she

Smack!

sound reverberated sharply through

of Madeline's slap became evident in the form of several bright red

Winslet's eyes. The idea that Madeline, known for her meek and reserved

Wait until my brothers hear

Madeline's

to sow

any hope of thawing the Larson

would never truly care

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

Winslet as she questioned herself, "How

Bang!

ward was forcefully

in. His typically composed demeanor gave way to a flicker of

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

mix of grievance and

as I'm here, no one can lay

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 Larson family's blood! Sending you away from the Larson family is as simple as

pressed her lips together. Her gaze fixed on Harley and

so careful in protecting the devious Winslet, yet regarded Madeline as some kind of ferocious creature

from the corners of her

the ones who had cherished and adored her as if she were their

believed that giving up her

three of the Larson brothers arrived

Larson family who

injury, he had no inclination to

he was taken aback to find Madeline

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

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

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 is

and there was a hint of metallic scent lingering in

if her blood had turned

eyes bore a venomous hatred. He glared at her with an intensity that seemed capable of tearing