CalyB

It always starts with an accident. 

That’s how all these stories go. One moment, you’re minding your own business, and the next, you wake up in someone else’s body. For Caspian, his accident started earlier than he even knew. 

Maybe it began when his sister got him into romance novels? Or when he started really sympathizing with the villains at the ends of books? He’d never know. It was too late to worry about it now. 

For now, he had to find a way to fix this nightmare, or rehabilitate his image, all while trying to free himself from the fate set out for him. All because of the damn "gods" who he'd cut a deal with.

These were the only two options he had available, and he wasn’t sure he could succeed at either. The man he had taken over for had been…a true piece of work. And the secret villain of the book he had been reading before he passed. 

It had been a harem novel. A reverse harem novel. 

He was trapped in a huge ass CASTLE with a bunch of men who hated him because he was taking affection and time away from their shared wife. All Cass wanted to do was be a good person, not mess around with this poor woman and her far too handsome husbands. 

But why would no one leave him alone? Was he too suspicious? And why, after going out of his way to avoid them like they had asked, did they keep pestering him?

And where did the heroine go?

How was he going to manage three, handsome men without the heroine?

(BL) The Villain wants a Divorce!

When Sam came back, he had good news. He had made a significant dent in the work left behind for him. So much so, that the person who had been sent to monitor him, but wasn't allowed into his chambers, had gone off to let the Duke know about his efforts.

Cass wondered if that meant that they were going to report everything that had happened to Cass recently, but he didn't really care. He was sure that Duke would actually be ecstatic if he died. He'd tried to replace him so many times already, and also kill him, so now it wouldn't make a difference.

He had no idea that the grandson he wanted to get rid of was, essentially, gone. If he did know, he might celebrate before he realised that Cass was worse. Cass wasn't terrified by an old man. Hell, he'd knock his knees out if he ever saw him.

We stan Lord Blackburn in this house