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!

Cass was an idiot. He regretted agreeing to share a carriage with Lord Vespertine as soon as the carriage rolled around the corner.

It was the most gaudy shit he'd ever seen. If Lord Blackburn was dark gothic, Lord Vespertine was white gothic. His carriage looked like it had rolled right out of Cinderella and she was going to climb off at any second. All he was missing was the damn mice, and he'd be there.

Stealing a glance at Lord Vespertine, it made perfect sense. The man was the perfect Prince Charming. It made him disgusted as he happily chatted away to his aides.

They had a damn second carriage for the aides, so Sam wasn't even going to be able to save him. Sir Forsythe was going to use his horse to trail behind them, and that had been the plan the whole time so Cass didn't want to ask him to get in the carriage with him.

I am no Cinderella, I don't need a Prince