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

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

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

extra. With your plain appearance, do you really think you can

in Madeline's eyes, and she

Smack!

sound reverberated sharply

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

eyes. The idea that Madeline, known for her meek and reserved nature, would dare

me! Wait until my brothers

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

Winslet's repeated schemes and attempts to sow discord, Madeline would not have

any

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

wish you all to burn in hell, so you can experience the

"How could I... How could I be

Bang!

the ward was

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

came to see 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.

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

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 tears welled up in

of ferocious creature as if they feared she might harm Winslet in even the

wiped the dampness from

leave the organization, and the ones who had cherished

truly believed that giving up her pals was

the Larson brothers

who came straight

about Madeline's injury, he had no

he was taken aback to find Madeline standing by

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

was low and ice-cold. "Winnie,

bloodshot eyes. "How dare you lay a hand on Winnie!" Lucas Larson, the fifth son,

a hint of metallic scent lingering

was as if her blood had turned

glared at her with an intensity that seemed capable of