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

familiar voice broke the moment. "Madeline, you've finally woken up. Quit playing dead!" Madeline's gaze darkened as she

her adopted sister, was the one responsible for everything she had lost

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

blazed in Madeline's eyes, and she struck Winslet across the

Smack!

sound reverberated sharply

slap became evident in the form of several bright

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

me! Wait until my brothers

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

had not been for Winslet's repeated schemes and attempts to sow discord, Madeline

up any hope of thawing

picture, they would never truly care for her

you all to burn in hell, so you can experience the

questioned herself, "How could I... How could

Bang!

of the ward

His typically composed demeanor gave way to a flicker of

hit Winnie? She came to see you with kindness, and this is how you repay her? You

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

at Madeline and stated, "You truly never learn, do you? Bullying Winnie behind our backs once again. We've shared 18

lips together. Her gaze fixed on Harley and

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

from the corners of

organization, and the ones who had cherished and adored her as if she were their very

giving up her pals

of the

who

injury, he

upon his arrival, he was taken aback to find

sound of her sobbing tugged at Jacob's heartstrings. There was even a red handprint

frigid. His voice was low and ice-cold.

"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

was a hint of metallic scent lingering

her blood had turned

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