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 didn't raise his voice, didn't command her — he simply held her hand a little tighter, fingers curling around her wrist with a gentleness that still carried undeniable weight.


Anna stopped. Her body stiffened just enough to betray the storm swirling inside her. She slowly turned toward him, and when her gaze met his, her brows were already pulling together in a troubled, defensive furrow.


"Victor…" she said, her voice low, "didn't we already talk about this? I told you about my past. I told you why I don't want you participating in the Winter Competition." Her tone hardened, the edge of a mother's fear sharpening every word. "You said you understood. You said you'd stop asking me for permission to go."


"But," he cut in softly, "you also said I'm old enough to decide what I want to do. That I should understand what I choose."


Chapter 138 - A Line a Mother Can’t Bear to Cross