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.

Ravor turned around to face Victor and Ania as they walked into the middle of the hall. The floor was really shiny. It reflected the soft light coming from the chandeliers hanging above. Ravor took slow and deliberate steps it was like he was following some kind of routine.. When he bowed there was something nice, about it. It was not like he was trying to show off. You could not help but notice Ravor. The way Ravor bowed was warm. It just seemed to pull your attention to Ravor.


My princess. His voice was loud and clear in the room. It was strong and respectful.. It was also a little soft. You could tell he really cared. Would always be there, for my princess.


He. Put his hand on his chest. His eyes looked over at the doors at the other end of the room. He could hear the sound of footsteps coming from away. This meant that someone was on their way.


Chapter 57 - Arrival of Lord Shan and Lady Sasha