His lethal love (21+) [Kth ff]

Chapter ~ 11

In just two weeks, everything returned to its usual rhythm. The kidnapping incident, which had briefly thrown Ahn City into turmoil, faded as quickly as it had emerged. Few had witnessed Yn’s fall firsthand, but the story had spread across the internet for a short time. There was even live footage captured from the scene, fueling speculation and intrigue. However, it wasn’t long before the news began to disappear.

The Kim and Cohen families moved swiftly, sparing no expense to bury the story. With their wealth and influence, they erased every trace of the incident from public platforms. Articles, videos, and social media posts vanished overnight, leaving behind only whispers. Yet, some fragments remained—rumors and blurry clips circulated among small, curious circles who questioned the kidnapping.

Many wondered why two women had been targeted to threaten Taehyung. Guinevere’s involvement made sense; as his fiancée and the only woman Taehyung had ever acknowledged publicly, she was a logical target. But who was the other woman? Why would the kidnappers risk taking her too? Despite their curiosity, no one dared to confront the Kim family. After all, Ahn City was known for its wealthy elite, and Taehyung’s influence alone was enough to keep anyone at bay.

In this city, power was everything. The Kim family’s control ran deep, and Taehyung’s wealth—spanning national levels—ensured that no one could challenge their authority. What happened on that rooftop had been buried, locked away in the depths of the city’s undercurrents. The world continued to turn, and those with the means to stop the flow of information ensured that nothing more would come to light.

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As the white Bentley slowly pulled into the compound of the Kim mansion, the air inside the car felt thick with unspoken tension. Taehyung’s eyes were focused on the documents in his hands, completely absorbed in his work, while Guinevere sat beside him, silently watching him. They were close enough that their shoulders could touch, yet there was an invisible chasm between them—a distance she could feel but couldn't bridge.

Guinevere had known Taehyung since childhood. She practically grew up with him. She knew he was a man of few emotions, cold and controlled in every situation. But the incident that day was still vivid in her mind. That day on the rooftop had been a rare moment when he showed raw emotion, a moment she couldn’t erase from her mind no matter how hard she tried. Taehyung had chosen her, just as she had always wanted, and Yn was gone, removed from the equation. There was no longer any threat to her relationship with him. So she had nothing to worry about anymore. She could have put away her unbridled suspicion and be with him now, Yet, she couldn't shake the unease that had settled deep in her bones.

Guinevere looked conflicted. Whenever she stopped thinking, she would inadvertently remember that day and how flustered taehyung looked when he saw yn fall.. She couldn't forget it doesn't matter what. She had never seen him lose his cool as if his mind had collapsed and his sanity was gone. Her mind kept replaying the scene—Taehyung's hysteria, the way he had screamed Yn’s name, the desperation in his voice as he watched her fall. Even the corners of his eyes were red with madness as he cried out that woman's name screaming on top of his lungs. His entire world had crumbled before her eyes, and she had never seen him like that, not even once in all the years they’d known each other. The sight of him on his knees, broken, with his eyes red from crying out, had unsettled her in ways she hadn’t anticipated.