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!

"Now. Where were we?" Cass said, more to himself than to Sir Forsythe, who was probably going to be witness to even more awkward, strange situations until Cass could leave this damn mansion.

"Shall I open the door now, my Lord?" Cass nodded at his gentle question, and finally, the door was opened and Vespertine rose to his feet.

Looking at him, you could tell he was tired. It wasn't obvious at first, but there were tells. His blue eyes were glowing a little more than usual. The blinds were closed on the windows, and he wasn't wearing his hat. That wasn't something that Vespertine usually did. He was usually someone who kept up appearances, even in the face of someone who knew who he was.

His hat sat on the couch next to him, the coffee table clear of any snacks or glasses. A small surprise, since Cass thought he would at least keep up that appearance, but that wasn't the case.

Two truths, several lies