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.

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

up. Quit playing dead!" Madeline's gaze darkened

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

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

blazed in Madeline's eyes, and

Smack!

sharply through the

the aftermath of Madeline's slap became

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

Wait until my brothers

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

been for Winslet's repeated schemes and attempts to sow discord, Madeline would

any hope of thawing the Larson family's

would never truly care for her

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

over Winslet as she questioned herself, "How could I... How could I be afraid

Bang!

door of the ward was forcefully

the Larson family, stormed in. His typically composed demeanor gave way

came to see you with

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

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

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

Her gaze fixed on Harley and Henry. Unexplained tears

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

wiped the dampness from the corners of her

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

giving up her

the other three of the Larson

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

injury, he had no inclination to

his arrival, he was taken aback to find

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

low and ice-cold. "Winnie, did

fourth 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 is

there was a hint of metallic scent lingering in

had turned to

glared at her with