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 went with something rather casual, easy to put on, and easy to transition into night clothes. He did have to use magic to clean some aspects of his outfit, but when he stepped out, Lucian gave him a one over before a small smile touched his lips.

"You know, I'm always surprised that you never ask me for help to get dressed. Not because I don't think you are capable of getting dressed on your own, but because I just never think that you'll be able to dress yourself. Granted, before your…vacation as Fiona put it, you weren't really able to." Lucian's expression was warm as he looked over Cass. Cass shifted uncomfortably as he learned that Lord Blackburn, even while mistreated, wasn't really able to dress himself. Was that because he was neglected, or because he was an heir to a dukedom?

Cass wasn't sure if he would ever find out, or if he wanted to find out.

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