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.

herself reborn at the age of 18, eight months after being reunited with her biological parents. Her heart felt burdened, like a stone

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

her adopted sister, was the one responsible for

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

and she struck Winslet across

Smack!

sound reverberated sharply through the

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

Madeline, known for her meek and reserved nature, would dare

dare you hit me! Wait until

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

and attempts to sow discord, Madeline would not have been entangled in this endless

any hope of thawing the Larson

picture, they would never 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

herself, "How could

Bang!

the ward

of the Larson family, stormed in. His typically composed demeanor gave way to

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

of grievance and tears. "Harley,

"As long as I'm here, no one can lay

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 blood!

fixed on Harley and Henry. Unexplained tears welled up in her

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

dampness from the

the ones who had cherished and adored her as if

believed that giving up

of the Larson brothers

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

Madeline's injury, he had no inclination to

was taken aback to find Madeline standing by

her sobbing tugged at Jacob's heartstrings. There was

was low

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

there was a hint of metallic scent lingering in

blood had turned to ice within her

He glared at her with an intensity that