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 thought that he was doing a great job. Tyler, who had been nervous, and clearly upset, had become attached to the hip with him. While he wasn't one for most kids, for some reason, he really liked Tyler.

While the director had said that he was rather rambunctious, Cass could tell he was more muted because of the accident when he'd seen his life flash before his eyes. Anyone would be, given what he'd gone through. The only reason Cass was doing okay was, unfortunately, because of Draken.

He'd helped him quite a bit, even if he was seething from leaving Cass to deal with the kids before they had been satiated like the demon spawn that they were. But Tyler was different.

The poor guy seemed to need some comfort, and it appeared that Cass was the only one who could give it. The little guy was like a leech at his side, holding onto the baggier part of Cass' shirt that he'd borrowed from Draken, but not tugging enough that it came out from his pants.

A fair and legal contract