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Lin Mo was dead.

Before she closed her eyes for the last time, the Lin family went on television, exposing her to a litany of fabricated crimes. Innocent, she bore the brunt of public scorn and died in a car accident at the height of her fame. After her death, she watched as her reputation was shredded, rumors swirling until she was reduced from a celebrated actress to a reviled outcast, cursed by all.

Her brothers in the organization—more than ten of them—held the grandest funeral for her. Then, on the seventh night after her passing, they razed the Lin family to the ground.

Lin Mo wept bitterly; regret flooded her heart. She should never have left her brothers, never have chosen her biological parents. Her five blood brothers treated her as a menace, loathed her to the core. Her parents doted only on their adopted daughter, leaving her—the true daughter—as nothing more than a stepping stone, used and discarded without mercy.

Only her brothers in the organization, madly possessive, dark and terrifying, cherished her to the marrow. The brothers she once fled from, wild and unpredictable, were the ones who loved her most.

If she had a second chance, she would never again harbor hope for the Lin family.

"Beep."

"Beep."

"Beep."

Lin Mo jolted awake as if dragged from drowning. She gasped deeply, struggling to recover from suffocation. The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant, her head throbbing with pain. She glanced anxiously around the room, exhaling deeply. "My head hurts...&q