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

Seated comfortably in her chaise lounge near the warm, crackling fireplace, Eleanor draped a fur-lined shawl over her shoulders. The dimly lit room, illuminated only by the gentle flicker of firelight, cast soft shadows against the cream-colored walls. She had deliberately turned off the crystal chandeliers— their harsh brightness grated on her already weary senses.

Tina had initially offered to turn them back on, surprised that her lady had chosen to stay awake rather than retire for the night. But Eleanor had refused. If her bedroom lights shone brightly at this late hour, Alger—whose study was also on the third floor—would undoubtedly notice that she was still awake.

And if Alger realized that, he would storm into her room to scold her, as he always did when she neglected her health. Worse, he might catch sight of the documents Eleanor had received from Ralph, and everything could crumble before she even had the chance to put her plan into motion.

Eleanor's Fake Fiancé