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

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

her adopted sister, was the one responsible

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

in Madeline's eyes, and she struck

Smack!

sharply through

face, the aftermath of Madeline's slap

in Winslet's eyes. The idea that Madeline, known for her meek

you hit me! Wait until

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

and attempts to sow discord,

given up any hope of thawing the Larson

truly care for her as a daughter or

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

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

Bang!

the ward was forcefully kicked

family, stormed in. His typically composed demeanor gave

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

voice trembling with a mix of grievance and tears. "Harley, you're finally here. I've been so scared. Maddie said she

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

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

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

the dampness from the corners of her

brothers who had driven her to leave the organization, and the ones who had cherished and adored her as if she were

that giving up her pals was utterly

the other three of the Larson

Larson, the third son of the Larson family who came straight from

about Madeline's injury, he had

to find

There was even a red handprint left on her

voice was low and ice-cold. "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

head throbbed with pain, and there was a

blood had

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