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 breathed softly, his breath a gentle whisper that could possibly hold some significance that he alone was aware of. He wasn't aware of how the edges of her eyes sparkled, brimming with tears like tender shards of glass catching the faint moonlight, dainty and deadly at the same time.


Without even thinking about it, his hand rose, drifting towards her face with careful tenderness, as if sampling the space between them. When the napkin finally grazed her skin, it was charged, tracing along her nerves in a fashion that took her breath away.


Chapter 72 - Moonlit Confessions [Part-2]