No More Side Role: I’m Changing The Plot Novel by Luna Darrow _ Novel





No More Side Role: I’m Changing The Plot Chapter 01

Chapter 1 Thrown Into The Novel

Wanda Sutcliffe woke up to find herself trapped inside the very historical romance she’d just finished reading. To her shock, she was now playing the role of its notorious villainess—an ill-tempered imposter who, unbelievably, shared both her first and last name.
Only yesterday she had reprimanded the roommate who pushed that book on her, calling the plot shallow and the characters absurd.
With an easy grin, she had bragged that, had the story been hers to play, she would ride its lucky cards all the way to the end and raise the ante for good measure.
Her roommate had laughed, accusing her of daydreaming and reminding her that no character enjoyed the luxury of an author’s omniscient view.
Now, Wanda lay motionless on an ornate bed, pupils unfocused as foreign memories poured in like floodwater. It took several stunned minutes before she acknowledged that the mad, impossible transfer had truly happened.
An hour earlier, the Gubler family had welcomed home their real daughter, Selene Gubler. At once, they prepared to send the impostor—Wanda, the novel’s designated villainess—back to her birth family.
The original Wanda had refused to leave because the Sutcliffe family was poor and lived in the countryside. She wished to remain a pampered heiress beneath the Gublers’ gilded roof and begged her adoptive mother, Harriet, for mercy.
Alas, Harriet remained unyielding. No matter the wailing or the frantic grasping, she ordered servants to escort the girl out. In the struggle, Wanda cried until she could barely draw a breath, coughed up dark blood, and collapsed in a heap.
Startled, Harriet had relented just long enough to carry the unconscious girl to a spare room and summon a physician.
Two hours later, that guest room held someone else entirely, but one thing remained the same: Wanda was no longer a Gubler in name or favor. She was now Wanda Sutcliffe.
Anger and humiliation had smothered the former occupant, and when her eyes reopened, a modern-day office worker now inhabited the shell, bringing her own sharp mind along for the ride.
Just days ago, Wanda had celebrated getting her first paycheck since graduating from university. Practical to the core, she’d marched to a jewelry shop, intent on rewarding herself with a modest gold trinket because gold never lost value.
She spotted a chunky ring weighing thirty grams and slipped it on for fun, planning to leave empty-handed. Alas, a sports car then veered through the plate glass, struck her, and ended everything in a blur of screeching metal.
When vision returned, she found herself in the guest bed—with memories from two lives tangling like threads in a loom until she forced them into order.
Of course, she recognized the setting at once. She had transmigrated into a historical romance she had just finished reading, becoming the story’s primary villainess, Wanda Sutcliffe. The protagonist, Selene Gubler, was the real daughter who had swapped identities with her for thirteen years.
Oswald Gubler ruled Qutbridge as its wealthiest landowner. He had a lawful wife, Harriet, and two favored concubines, one of whom hated Harriet to the core. Harriet had no male heirs and feared that her rival might give birth to a son who could challenge her position in the family. To prevent that, she fed her a drug that stole her fertility.
Burning with revenge, the concubine saw her chance when Harriet and a servant in the Gubler residence both gave birth to daughters on the same night. The servant was none other than Wanda’s birth mother, Moira Yandell, who worked in the kitchen at the time. The concubine switched the newborns—forcing Harriet to raise a stranger while condemning her own flesh and blood to a harsh life in the Sutcliffe family.
Thirteen years later, the deception was finally unraveled, ending with the scene that had killed the original Wanda with rage.
In the original novel, she survived, carted back to the Sutcliffe residence while every plea for an audience met Harriet’s locked door.
Wanda, of course, couldn’t resist a cynical dig. What a heap of cheesy melodrama!
The Gublers called the shots in Qutbridge while the Sutcliffes tilled rough soil and raised five hardy sons—Wanda’s brothers who, the book promised, would each mature into formidable figures and shower Selene with affection.
Logically, Wanda was the younger sister, so her older brothers should have cared more for her. Even if she wasn’t the sole favorite, they should have treated her fairly. However, in the original novel, Wanda was truly malicious. She scorned her family’s poverty, hurled jeers, and festered with envy whenever Selene’s grace outshone her own. Her relationship with the Sutcliffe family was already strained, and it only worsened. Meanwhile, Selene occasionally visited, offering warmth and playing the obedient girl, which only made the brothers grow increasingly impressed with her. Relations soured to the point that when the male lead sought Wanda’s death, not a single brother lifted a hand in her defense—nor did her parents. In the end, she suffered the consequences of her own actions.
Back when she read that, Wanda had rolled her eyes. The character was dumb as nails, ruining her relationships with five powerful siblings on petty tantrums. If she were the character, she would never let the plot reach such a ruinous climax.
Wait a minute… I’m now playing the book character, Wanda Sutcliffe! The story has only just started, so nothing is set in stone yet. It’s still not too late! After all, the hand I have been dealt is strong, and I can change my five brothers’ attitude toward me. If I play it right, I can turn their scorn into devotion and rewrite the ending they once gave me.
As a cold shiver shot down her spine, Wanda snapped upright as though invisible strings had yanked her. The curtains swayed in the sudden rush, their dusty perfume mingling with her quickening breath.
Boot heels whispered outside the door—one pair, then another, then a third—each impact rippling toward her. Wanda flopped onto the mattress and yanked the quilt to her chin, arranging her limbs in the limp sprawl of the nearly-dead. Only then did she glimpse the flash of gold on her finger—the very ring she had tried on moments before falling through worlds, now gleaming against her skin as proof she had not come empty-handed.
“What’s wrong with her now? She even coughed up blood. Is it serious?” Harriet’s personal attendant, Edna, demanded.
The physician shook his head, his beard barely stirring. “It’s nothing serious,” he assured. “The shock and fury brought on this vomiting of blood. She is somewhat weakened, but with a few days of careful rest and tending, she should recover fully.”
Relief instantly unclenched Edna’s shoulders. As long as the girl was in no mortal danger, everything else could be easily handled.
Harriet was presently occupied arranging quarters for Selene and had no desire to see the impostor who had worn her daughter’s name. Still, her message remained firm: Wanda would not be allowed to stay.
A second later, the door creaked and Edna stepped inside the room. To her surprise, Wanda had left the bed and was wrestling with layers of silk near the wardrobe. They locked eyes—Edna’s wide with doubt, Wanda’s bright with silent resolve.
Edna’s brows knitted. The girl looked anything but frail—her color had returned, and her breath was steady. Had she been faking?
She cleared her throat, preparing to deliver Harriet’s decree.
Wanda lifted a hand, cutting the speech short before it began. “I understand. I’ll leave at once.”
Edna froze, unsure how the girl’s defiance had melted into obedience so quickly.
“You’ve finally seen sense, huh?” she asked, staring down her nose at Wanda.
Wanda merely nodded. Her fingers kept grappling with the endless ribbons and panels, as though the cloth itself resisted her departure.
She had no intention of taking a single trinket from the house, but she would at least need something on her back, wouldn’t she?
“Wise choice. Besides, you’ve hardly been shortchanged. You’ve enjoyed years of luxury and comfort. Compared with Ms. Selene, you’ve been positively blessed. So stop coveting what is not yours and learn to adapt to the times.”
Edna kept droning on, her words fluttering around the room like bored moths. Wanda caught barely a syllable; her mind was already on the road ahead.

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