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.

Her voice at last shattered the silence, low, hesitant, a quiver of naked exposure running through every word. "Victor… why? After all this… why now? After all these years…"


He shut his eyes for one heartbeat, allowing the fresh night air to calm the turmoil of feeling he could not wholly express. When he opened them once more, they blazed with unspoken determination, a measured compromise of desire and restraint. "Because… if I remain in the relationship you wish, Sasha… I would be a deception to you. I would be an imitation of what you deserve. I can't… not yet." His voice came soft, tinged with regret, longing, and vulnerable honesty. "But that doesn't mean I don't care.". That doesn't mean that I don't… He hesitated, between impulse and control, before recovering the substance in his words, determined, unflinching, with the unthinkable in every vowel. 


Chapter 70 - Unspoken Promises