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.

I do not want something that reminds me of the past. I do not want to make the mistake all over again with someone who seems different at first. I want something. I want something that's real. I want a relationship, with Sasha that is based on us understanding each other caring for each other and respecting each other. I want Sasha to be my partner. I want Sasha to be my equal. I want Sasha to be the person I stand with through all the things and all the bad things that happen to Sasha and me.


The room became very quiet. It was not a quiet but the kind of quiet that is full of feelings that people do not say out loud. This quiet was, like something that could break easily it was. It felt like it was alive. The room was filled with this quiet, the quiet that vibrates with feelings and it was fragile it was trembling and it was alive this quiet.


Chapter 87 - A Promise Before Her Father