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!

The scent grew stronger, and the sobbing grew even more pathetic.

"N-No! Anything but that! Please! I-I would rather have my bones broken then have the Lord make a mess of me!" The man begged, pleading for his life and Cass yanked his head back further. He sobbed louder, snot and tears running down his face. "Please! I beg you! I am sorry my lord! Forgive me for my crimes!" He was a mess, and Cass had barely touched him.

What a weak fucking man. Cass released him, getting to his feet with open disgust and Byron moved forward, offering him a handkerchief. Cass took it, wiping his hand that he had used to touch the other man before he raised his leg, and aggressively pushed the man over. He fell over in a sobbing, urine-stained, mess.

There is always room for improvement