Eyjafiya

Full Title: I Entered My Brother's Novel, But the Main Character Stole My Fiancée—So I'll Marry Her Father Instead.

Eleanor Gwendolyn was a side character in the last novel my younger brother wrote before he mysteriously vanished—a character burdened with a miserable fate.

Betrayed by her fiancé, who chose her childhood friend with a higher status, Eleanor’s reputation was dragged through the mud. Determined to clear her name, she poured everything into winning the Crown Princess Tournament. Just as victory was within her grasp, her dreams were shattered in the cruelest way imaginable.

On the day she was to be named the Crown Princess, the Crown Prince publicly rejected the election, claiming it had been conducted without his consent. Worse still, he proposed to Eleanor’s childhood friend—the same woman who had stolen her fiancé—right in front of the entire court. In a single moment, Eleanor’s painstaking efforts to restore her honor crumbled, leaving her humiliated once again.

"What a pitiful, wretched life," I had thought as I read her story.

It was almost as if my brother had based Eleanor on me—quiet, introspective, and constantly overshadowed. But out of all the characters in his novel, why did I have to wake up as her?

Now, trapped in Eleanor Gwendolyn’s body, I face the grim reality of her doomed fate. To make matters worse, the plot unfolds exactly as my brother wrote it. I have no choice but to rewrite my own destiny while searching for him in this world he created.

When all else fails and the original plot corners me, I’ll make the boldest move yet: I’ll marry the father of the so-called “heroine” who stole my fiancé.

Because this time, I’m the author’s older sister—and I’ll be the one controlling the story.


Author's Note:
From the beginning until chapter 20, the story primarily focuses on introducing the Main Character's family. Since the MC is still recovering, most of the events take place at home, making the early plot feel somewhat slow. However, I assure you that after chapter 20, the story becomes much more engaging.
Please stick with it, and thank you for reading!

The Heroine Stole My Fiancé so I Marry Her Father

Eleanor surveyed the bustling streets of the General District, the atmosphere as lively and noisy as before. Merchants called out their wares, shoppers haggled over prices, and the scent of freshly baked bread mixed with the sharp tang of herbs and spices in the air. Despite the chaos, Eleanor remained still, silently observing the scene before her.

Tina, who had just finished speaking with the old coachman, walked to Eleanor's side. She glanced at her lady's face, partially obscured by the shadow of her hood, and smiled slightly.

"Is it very noisy, my lady? Let's walk slowly," Tina said gently, her hand carefully supporting Eleanor's arm.

"Okay." Eleanor sighed internally. She was perfectly capable of walking on her own, but maintaining the facade of a severe injury required her to endure this unnecessary support. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to accept Tina's assistance with patience.

Heading to the Lower District [2]