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

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

her adopted sister, was the one responsible

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 know what, Loser? You should've just stayed in the

blazed in Madeline's eyes, and

Smack!

reverberated sharply through the

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

Madeline, known for her meek and reserved nature, would dare to strike her was

until my brothers

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

and attempts to sow discord, Madeline would not have

she had given up any hope of

Winslet in the picture, they would never truly care for

burn in hell, so you can experience the agony I've endured!" Madeline blurted out and gave Winslet a cold-eyed

questioned herself, "How could I...

Bang!

of the ward was

Larson family, stormed in. His typically composed

dared to hit Winnie? She came to see you with kindness,

hastily 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. Maddie

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

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

lips together. Her gaze fixed on Harley and Henry. Unexplained tears

regarded Madeline as some kind of ferocious creature as if they feared she might harm Winslet

dampness from the corners of

leave the organization, and the

that giving up her pals was utterly

other three of the Larson brothers arrived

Larson family who came straight from work, was dressed in

upon hearing about Madeline's injury, he had no inclination to get

taken aback to find Madeline standing by the bedside,

There was even a red

low

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 short of an eyesore!"

with pain, and there was a hint of metallic scent lingering in

was as if her blood had turned

glared at her with an intensity that seemed capable