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 checked himself out in the full length mirror in Lord Blackburn's closet and sighed. Well, he certainly looked the part.

The ensemble that Sam had picked out for him certainly screamed villain. Honestly, Sam was uncannily good at selecting outfits that would make a regular bad guy weep. He took Lord Blackburn's already questionable looks and was able to transform them into true villainy. The black lace was a very nice touch.

He had a talent, but Cass wasn't sure how useful it was going to be to him.

Thankfully, Sam had other talents, so Cass wasn't too worried, but it did come in handy sometimes.

"You've outdone yourself, Sam. I look like I own a slave market." Cass told him and Sam chuckled.

"There is no need to compliment me, my Lord, but thank you." Sam's cheeks were flushed, his eyes warm as he looked over his work. "You don't…own any slave markets, do you my Lord?" Sam asked carefully and Cass shrugged.

Does this make me look like a Villain?