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.

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,

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

sister, was the one responsible for everything she had lost in her previous

your plain appearance, do you really think you can make it in the entertainment industry? You know what, Loser? You

and she struck Winslet

Smack!

reverberated sharply through

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

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

you hit me! Wait until my brothers hear about this!" Winslet

family. I don't care anymore." Madeline's

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

up any hope of

they would never truly care

to burn in hell, so you 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!

of the ward

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

you with kindness, and this is how you repay her? You ungrateful

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

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

"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

lips together. Her gaze fixed on Harley

kind of ferocious creature as if they

dampness from the corners

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

truly believed that giving up

other three of the

Larson, the third son of the Larson family who came straight from work, was dressed

hearing about Madeline's injury, he

he was taken aback to find Madeline standing by the

heartstrings. There was

frigid. His voice was low and

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 nothing

pain, and there was a hint

had turned to ice within

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