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 was like a whisper. It was like he knew something that nobody else knew. He did not notice the way her eyes sparkled. The edges of her eyes were filled with tears. These tears were like pieces of glass that caught the moonlight. They were delicate and dangerous at the time. Victor was not aware of this. The tears in her eyes were, like pieces of glass that sparkled in the faint light of the moon. Victor breathed softly still not knowing what her eyes looked like. Her eyes were beautiful and sad filled with tears that looked like shards of glass.


Chapter 73 - Moonlit Confessions [Part-2]