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.

months after being reunited with her biological parents. Her

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

responsible for everything she had

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 really think you can make it in the entertainment industry? You know what, Loser? You should've just stayed in the countryside. How dare

and she struck

Smack!

reverberated sharply through

covered her face, the aftermath of Madeline's slap

for her meek and reserved nature, would dare

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

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

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

given up any hope of thawing the

truly care for

experience the agony

as she questioned herself, "How could I... How could I be afraid of Madeline?

Bang!

door of the ward was forcefully

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

hit Winnie? She came to see you with kindness,

with a mix of grievance and tears. "Harley, you're

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

cast a disdainful glare at Madeline and stated, "You truly never learn, do you? Bullying Winnie behind our backs once again. We've shared 18 years of our lives

fixed on Harley and Henry.

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

from the corners of her

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

giving up her pals was utterly

the other three of the Larson brothers

who came straight from work,

about Madeline's injury, he had no

to find Madeline standing by the bedside, with

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

turned frigid. His voice was low and ice-cold. "Winnie, did

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

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

if her blood had turned to ice

glared at her with an intensity that seemed capable of