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.

Victor and Ania stood tall, unflinching, an island of quiet presence in a sea of whispering nobles and courtiers. The rustle of soft silk and the quiet tinkle of glasses filled the air, yet in that quiet symphony of movement, somehow all eyes—whether lingering or passing—strayed to them. There was no arrogance in the way they stood, only an undeniable power, soft but compelling, that drew notice without a word spoken. The room stayed still for the barest fraction of a heartbeat, as if recognizing that these two were not to be ignored.


Chapter 59 - Unspoken Tensions