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.

parents. Her heart felt burdened, like a stone weighing her down, causing discomfort

up. Quit playing dead!" Madeline's gaze

responsible for

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

Smack!

reverberated sharply

the aftermath of Madeline's slap became evident in the form of

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

you hit me! Wait until my brothers hear about

Madeline's gaze locked onto Winslet, the very person who had

attempts to sow discord, Madeline would

she had given up any hope of thawing

never truly care for her as

so you can experience the agony I've endured!" Madeline blurted out and gave

questioned herself, "How could I... How could I be afraid of

Bang!

door of the ward

eldest son of the Larson family, stormed in. His typically composed demeanor

with kindness, and this is how

sought refuge in Harley's arms, her voice trembling with a mix of grievance and tears. "Harley, you're finally here. I've been so scared.

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

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

pressed her lips together. Her gaze fixed on Harley

protecting the devious Winslet, yet regarded Madeline as some kind of ferocious creature as if they

the dampness from

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

giving up her

three of the Larson brothers arrived as

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

injury, he

he was taken aback to find Madeline standing by the bedside, with Winslet in

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

low and ice-cold.

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

there was a hint of metallic scent lingering in

her blood had

eyes bore a venomous hatred. He glared at her with