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!

"Uh, well, I don't think the gods chose us because we signed up for it, and I'm not as good of a person as you are making me out to be." Cass told the woman who was having a crisis.

Lady Fiona snorted, shaking her head but she didn't look up at Cass. She was staring down at her hands like they had done something awful. Cass couldn't even believe that she had for a second. Sure, there were all of the problems with Lord Blackburn, and her behaviour with Cass, but to be fair, only in this context, that was how the story was supposed to go.

It wasn't as if Lady Fiona was out here murdering innocent people, just walking all over relatively innocent people's names. Sure, emotional damage was terrible in its own right, Cass could attest to that, but for the story's sake, there wasn't a trial of bodies.

"Of course you'd say that." She muttered and Cass gave a forced laugh.

Listen, I'm not as good of a person as you are making me out to be