His lethal love (21+) [Kth ff]

Chapter ~ 14

Compared to Guinevere, a woman like Yn would only be considered pleasant-looking at best. Without the habit of wearing makeup, Yn often chose to present her face bare and unembellished, embracing a natural look that didn’t do much to highlight her features. Her simplicity and understated beauty meant that she didn't stand out in a crowd, and at first glance, one might easily overlook her altogether.

In stark contrast, Guinevere was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, the very definition of privilege. She had been blessed with stunning genes, complemented by a lifestyle that had pampered her since childhood. From a young age, she dazzled in the limelight, achieving fame almost effortlessly, thanks to her striking looks and magnetic presence. She spared no effort in maintaining her beauty, dedicating herself to a rigorous regimen of skincare, fitness, and fashion that kept her at the top of her game. Based on appearances alone, Yn posed no real threat to Guinevere.

However, beneath the surface of their physical attributes, something unsettling lurked in Guinevere’s mind. Despite all her advantages, why did she feel so threatened? Yn’s mere existence seemed to cast a long shadow over Guinevere’s carefully constructed image, highlighting the cracks in her own confidence. The more Guinevere compared herself to Yn, the more she realized that beauty was not solely about physical appearance; it was also about how one carried themselves and the impact they left on others.

With every thought of Yn, a creeping sense of envy intertwined with frustration filled Guinevere’s heart. She had everything—fame, beauty, wealth—but why did it all feel so hollow in comparison to that lowly woman? And that, more than anything, scared her.

Guinevere shut her eyes tightly, her face contorting with pain, deep struggle, and confusion. A whirlwind of emotions surged within her as she grappled with the question that haunted her thoughts: “Why did Taehyung choose to marry her back then? What made Yn so special?”

In Guinevere's mind, Yn lacked any standout qualities that would warrant such an intense devotion. If Yn had been a breathtaking beauty, one who outshone her in every way, perhaps Guinevere could have understood Taehyung’s choice. It would have been akin to selecting the finest vase or choosing a stunning set of jewelry—one would naturally gravitate toward the most exquisite and eye-catching option. In her view, love and affection seemed almost secondary when comparing superficial attributes.

Yet, as she analyzed Yn’s features, she couldn’t deny that the girl was not unattractive. Yn possessed delicate facial features that gave her a pure and innocent look, making her pleasant enough to behold. But the world was teeming with women who were equally decent-looking, and in Taehyung’s orbit, there was no shortage of beautiful ladies eager to win his attention. If he desired it, a legion of admirers would gladly throw themselves at him, vying for a chance to be in his presence.

So why did it have to be Yn? Why that seemingly ordinary girl? The question nagged at Guinevere like an unrelenting itch, digging deeper into her psyche. She felt as though she was grasping for answers in the dark, each thought tightening the noose of insecurity around her heart.