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.

 Inside his head, violet's laugh rose, soft and bright, ringing slow like wind-touched chimes. Around his thinking it curled, known well, holding close.


"You always were my adorable fool, my love," she teased, affection threaded through every word. Then, gentler now, "Now, focus on your Sasha. She deserves your attention too."


A quiet warmth touched his lips, barely there yet true, like a moment meant only for him. Just for her, he said it - my beautiful wife - with softness that lingered after the words


Softly, she answered - just a breath against the quiet, pulling at something deep inside him. That little noise, barely spoken, eased what had been tight within. Close between them it hung, known well by both, never shared with another soul. Her words followed: I love you


Chapter 108 - A Familiar Stranger