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.

reunited with her biological parents. Her

dead!" Madeline's gaze darkened as she looked at the person entering the ward. "Winslet," she

was the one responsible for everything

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

blazed in Madeline's eyes, and she

Smack!

sound reverberated sharply through

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

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

hit me! Wait until my brothers hear about this!" Winslet

I don't care anymore." Madeline's gaze locked onto Winslet, the very person

schemes and attempts to sow discord, Madeline would not have

up any hope of thawing the

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

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

over Winslet as she questioned herself, "How could

Bang!

the ward was forcefully

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

She came to see you with kindness, and this is how you repay

mix of grievance and tears. "Harley, you're finally here. I've been

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

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

Her gaze fixed on Harley and

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

dampness from the corners

and the ones who had cherished

that giving up her

of the Larson

family who came

he had no inclination to get

to find Madeline standing by the bedside, with Winslet in

Jacob's heartstrings. There was even a red handprint left

turned frigid. His voice was low and

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

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

as if her blood had turned

glared at her with an intensity that seemed capable of tearing