Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Model (BL): Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

The following morning, the safehouse was cloaked in a tense quiet. The air was heavy with unspoken suspicion, but no one dared to voice it aloud. Every pair of eyes held questions, and every gesture felt weighted with meaning.Seo-jun stood at the head of the table, spreading out the final draft of their plan. His voice was steady, though his jaw was tight. “We’ll feed Lazarus false intel. A decoy mission in Kadıköy. If he sends his men there, we’ll know someone here leaked it.”Joon-ho folded his arms, his gaze hard. “And if no one takes the bait?”“Then we’ll know the traitor’s smart enough to wait,” Seo-jun admitted. “But it’s our best chance.”Yoon-min, still weak but unwilling to be sidelined, leaned forward. “And in the meantime? Do we just sit and watch each other like enemies?”“No,” Sang-woo cut in, his tone sharp. “We stay united. That’s the only way we’ll survive this.” He looked around the table, eyes lingering on each face before resting on Soo-ah. “We can’t give Lazarus

The night dragged on like an endless blade cutting through their nerves. Every tick of the clock was louder than gunfire, every creak of the floorboards a threat. The safehouse was battered, patched together with overturned furniture and barricades, but the real fracture wasn’t in the walls—it was inside the group.Sleep came in fragments, if at all. Each person rested with one eye open, one hand close to their weapon. Trust had become a fragile thing, like glass already cracked, waiting for the slightest pressure to shatter completely.Soo-ah sat in the corner of the room, his knees drawn to his chest. His body ached from exhaustion, but his mind wouldn’t rest. He kept replaying the attack in his head—the timing, the routes, the precision. Someone had given Lazarus exactly what they needed. But who?His gaze flicked across the room.Adam was seated by the broken counter, his posture stiff, his face unreadable as always. His usually pristine white shirt was streaked with blood, his ti

The dawn sky stretched across Istanbul in a pale wash of gold and silver, yet the city felt anything but calm. The air was heavy with tension, as though the Bosphorus itself was holding its breath. Every seagull’s cry, every car horn in the distance, seemed muted beneath the weight of what was coming.Inside the safehouse, the team gathered in the main room. Their faces reflected sleepless nights and restless thoughts. Maps were spread across the table, dotted with red pins and scribbled notes. Circles marked Lazarus’s suspected movements, and arrows stretched like veins toward the heart of the city.Soo-ah stood at the edge of the table, arms folded tightly across his chest. His sharp eyes scanned the papers, but his mind wasn’t only on the mission. He glanced at Sang-woo, who was checking his weapon with quiet efficiency. The bandages peeking beneath Sang-woo’s shirt reminded Soo-ah of Guadalajara—of blood, of fear, of that night when he almost lost him. His heart squeezed painfully

Smoke and shattered glass filled the grand ballroom, wrapping the space in a haze of chaos. The once-elegant chandeliers now hung precariously, swaying with every tremor from falling debris. The sound of gunfire, steel clashing, and screaming guests created a cacophony of fear and tension that seemed to pulse through the very walls of Dolmabahçe Palace.Soo-ah pressed himself against the cold marble of a ruined pillar, heart hammering in his chest. His knuckles ached from gripping his blade, his mind racing with strategy, survival, and an ever-growing fear for Sang-woo. Ahead of him, Sang-woo moved like a phantom, every step precise, every strike lethal. Despite the blood streaking his shirt and the pain flashing across his side, Sang-woo did not falter.“You’re holding back,” Soo-ah muttered under his breath, not looking at him but feeling the familiar magnetic pull of Sang-woo’s presence beside him.Sang-woo’s eyes met his across the smoke. A flash of concern. A flicker of something

The smoke hadn’t yet cleared from the grand ballroom, and the air was thick with dust and the acrid smell of gunpowder. Shadows danced across the broken marble floors, flickering against the walls where chandeliers hung like skeletal remnants of a once-lavish palace. Every heartbeat in the room seemed magnified, every breath a battle between fear and determination.Soo-ah crouched behind the shattered remains of a pillar, fingers tightening around the handle of his blade. His eyes were fixed on the balcony where Lazarus had disappeared moments ago. His mind raced: the explosions, the chaos, Adam’s hesitation… it all felt like a trap, meticulously laid out.“Stay close,” Sang-woo growled beside him, voice low and tense. Blood streaked his face, yet there was no weakness in his eyes. Only determination. “We move together. No one gets separated.”Soo-ah nodded, though he could feel his pulse hammering against his chest. He wanted to question Adam, wanted to confront the unease gnawing at