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.

 Beyond them, out of sight yet present, stood his family in the courtyard - Anna smiling soft, Ben holding silence like honor, while Ania leaned in close, her voice a light hush aimed at the garden.


Might be, Ania thought out loud, laughter threading through her words, big brother's face softening like dawn after a long night


A quiet shift touched Anna's gaze. "Yes," she said, voice barely rising above a whisper, yet carrying something faintly bright. He is that way.


Chapter 116 - The Smile Beneath the Quiet Sky