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.

She felt his eyes on her before he said anything. The mans gaze was, on her before he spoke.


Her name sounded really nice when he said it. It was like he was saying something special. He said her name in an deep voice. His voice was warm. It made her feel funny. When he said her name it made her heart beat fast. It even made her stop breathing for a second. She did not know why this was happening to her. Her name sounded nice when he said it. It made her feel things she did not want to think about.


Chapter 125 - The Evening Between Them