Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Model (BL): Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

The morning sun spilled across Istanbul, its rays painting the domes and minarets in molten gold. The Bosphorus glittered like a river of fire, alive with ships drifting lazily under the endless sky. To the outside world, the city looked like a paradise woven from silk and song. But beneath its beauty, the team knew danger slithered in the shadows.Soo-ah stood at the window of their rented safehouse, her fingers pressed against the cold glass. The city stretched before her, vibrant and untamed. She should have felt excitement at being here—one of the greatest cities in the world. Instead, her heart was heavy.Sang-woo’s reflection appeared behind her in the glass. His bandaged shoulder peeked out from his shirt, a reminder of Guadalajara. He had recovered quickly, but the wound had left its scar, both on his skin and on Soo-ah’s soul.“You’re thinking too much,” Sang-woo said softly.Soo-ah didn’t look at him. “I can’t stop. Yoon-min is still out there. And Lazarus… we don’t know wha

The moment Yoon-min stepped into the chamber, silence crashed over the team like a suffocating wave. Soo-ah’s dagger slipped from her trembling hands, clattering against the stone floor.He looked so different. His once bright, mischievous eyes were dulled, empty, like glass mirrors reflecting nothing. The faint shimmer of the collar around his neck pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat, each flicker a cruel reminder that Lazarus had bound him in chains not of steel, but of the soul.“Yoon-min…” Soo-ah’s voice cracked.But he didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. Didn’t recognize her.Lazarus stepped closer, his lips curling into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Beautiful, isn’t he? I’ve stripped him of all the petty burdens—love, fear, hope. What remains is pure strength, guided only by my will.”Sang-woo’s jaw clenched as he pointed his blade at Lazarus. “Release him. Now.”“Oh, I will,” Lazarus replied smoothly, spreading his arms in mock generosity. “But not in the way you hope.”With a

The underground chamber echoed with the clash of steel and the screams of the dying. Smoke from gunfire hung thick in the air, mingling with the metallic stench of blood. The flickering torches cast grotesque shadows along the walls, each movement distorted, monstrous.Sang-woo’s chest heaved as he cut down another soldier, his blade dripping crimson. His knuckles were raw, his muscles burning, but his fury refused to fade. Every strike was fueled by rage—rage at Lazarus, rage at the chains he had placed on Yoon-min, rage at the endless bloodshed that haunted their family.“Stay behind me!” he barked, forcing another soldier away from Soo-ah with a violent kick.“I’m not hiding, Sang-woo!” Soo-ah snapped, her voice shaking but firm. She slashed her dagger across a soldier’s arm, wincing at the spray of blood but refusing to falter. “If you think I’ll stand back while you bleed, you’re wrong.”Yoon-min stumbled beside her, pale and trembling, but his eyes burned with life. He gripped t

The chamber groaned as cracks split along the ceiling, dust and fragments of stone raining down. The shadows paused for a heartbeat, their forms flickering, as if waiting for something.Then Lazarus straightened. His blood-soaked shirt clung to his body, his wounds still bleeding, but his smile had returned. It was the kind of smile that didn’t belong to a man—it belonged to something far older, far crueler.“You still don’t understand,” Lazarus said, his voice low, rippling through the cavern. “That blood you spilled wasn’t weakness. It was fuel.”Before Sang-woo could react, Lazarus spread his arms wide. His blood seeped into the stone, glowing with a sickly crimson light. The ground shook violently, and the walls pulsed as if the chamber itself were alive.The shadows around them screamed and convulsed, their shapes twisting into something larger, darker, more grotesque. Their jaws stretched open unnaturally, claws elongating until they scraped the stone floor.Soo-ah stumbled back

The light consumed everything.Stone cracked, shadows evaporated, and the roar of Lazarus drowned beneath the blinding brilliance of Yoon-min’s strike.For a moment, there was no sound. No breath. No movement.Only silence.When the light faded, the chamber was unrecognizable. The walls were scorched black, the floor littered with rubble. What remained of the once-massive throne now lay in pieces, reduced to ash.Soo-ah blinked through the haze, her hands trembling as she lowered them from her face. “Y-Yoon-min…?”Her eyes widened.At the center of the destruction stood Yoon-min, swaying, his body drenched in sweat. His glowing blade had vanished, leaving only his hand—burned, raw, trembling. The light that had engulfed him moments ago flickered weakly now, fading like the last embers of a dying fire.And in front of him, half-buried under collapsed stone and smoke—was Lazarus.The monster’s once-gargantuan form was mangled, its horns cracked, its tendrils severed. Black ichor oozed f