Victor’s story began with betrayal. A stranger’s passion, a husband’s wrath, fists and boots in a dim hotel room—his life ended not by his own sins, but by another’s rage. Broken and discarded into a ravine, he should have died forgotten.
But fate is never merciful. On the edge of death, a beautiful spirit appeared, her voice laced with ancient hunger. She offered him a choice: surrender to nothingness, or drink her blood and embrace desire, power, and sin. Victor chose. And in that moment, the boy who once begged for scraps was erased.
Awakening in another world, within the body of Prince Victor Lionheart, he inherited memories of betrayal as cruel as his own. Poison, envy, and a false brother’s hand. Two lives, two deaths—woven into one.
Now he walks reborn, his soul burning with violet lust and vengeance. Yet destiny hides its teeth. What waits ahead is not survival—it is the beginning of something far greater.

Victors eyes stayed on the mansion gates as they creaked open. The sound was deep. It went into the night. The Suncrest manor was right in front of him. It looked really nice. It had marble pillars with gold in them. The gardens were perfect. The paths were shiny. There were lamps that made everything look nice. A little wind came through the gate. Touched his coat. It smelled like lavender. It smelled like the stones that had just been polished. The Suncrest manor really was beautiful, with its marble pillars and shiny paths. The magic lamps made everything look nice and quiet.


Chapter 54 - The Eyes of the Nobles