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.

"Mother…" Victor's voice softened, low enough that it barely carried through the quiet room. "Then how did you survive?"


Anna looked up at him — exhausted, frayed at the edges, the weight of old scars dragging at her posture — but still holding composure the way only someone who'd survived true devastation could.


Victor waited. Still. Breath locked. Eyes fixed on her like he could anchor her through the storm of memory she was about to step into again.


"Mother," he repeated, a tremor running beneath the words, a thread of fear twisted into fury, "tell me. How did you survive?"


And then she said something Victor never saw coming.


"I survived," she whispered, "because of your father's cowardice… and foolishness."


Chapter 137 - The Fool Who Saved Me