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 the carriage pulled up in front of the mansion and rolled to a stop, Cass felt even more exhausted than when he'd left with Vespertine into town. Cass exhaled slowly, his shoulders sagging.

Draken hadn't left him alone. He had kept him wrapped up, chatting away to him in the same damn way that Sam or Lady Ava did, and Cass hated it. He didn't hate when Sam did it, because Sam was at least providing him with information that he actually wanted to hear.

Lady Ava? Well, he felt that people were beginning to understand his feelings on that one. Draken, however? Fuck that guy.

He was uncomfortable, upset, and he'd had a long day. This was the last thing he wanted.

The consequences of your damn actions