《My Model (BL)》全部章節：第 11 章 - 第 20 章

The morning sun struggled to pierce through the heavy gray clouds hovering over the Lee estate. Inside the mansion, silence was thick, almost suffocating. Soo-ah sat at the dining table, his fingers absentmindedly tapping against the cold porcelain cup of black coffee. He stared blankly at the window, watching raindrops race down the glass, his mind a tumult of thoughts and questions.Across the room, Sang-woo leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes dark with contemplation. The night’s arrival of Yuri had shaken something loose, and neither brother seemed eager to break the fragile quiet.Their father entered the room with slow, deliberate steps. His sharp gaze swept over them, the weight of years of leadership evident in the lines of his face. Without greeting, he took a seat at the head of the table.“This morning, I want clarity,” he said, voice steady but firm. “The Castillo cartel’s moves are growing bolder. Their reach creeps closer to our interests. And I expect none of you

The warehouse was cold. Dust floated in the air like fading ghosts, the metal ceiling groaning softly under the wind. Soo-ah stood beneath a dim, flickering lightbulb, hands in the pockets of his black jacket, his senses sharp.Across from him, the informant leaned against a metal beam, partially veiled by shadow. He wore a gray hoodie pulled low over his face, only his mouth visible beneath the darkness. His voice was gravelly, filtered through years of smoke and suspicion.“You’re alone?” he asked.Soo-ah nodded. “As promised.”The man laughed softly. “That’s rare for a Lee.”“I don’t need backup when I’m just here to talk.”“Smart,” the man muttered, then paused. “Stupid, too.”Soo-ah’s eyes narrowed. “You said you had information.”The informant pulled out a worn notebook, flipping to a torn page. “There’s a leak. High up. Someone in your father’s circle. The Castillo cartel isn’t just guessing your moves — they’re being fed.”“We know that already,” Soo-ah said. “I need a name.”

Rain clung to the windows of the Seoul safehouse, soft and persistent, like the heartbeat of a city holding its breath. Inside, tension rolled through the walls like a silent storm. Soo-ah stood in the hallway, eyes glued to his phone screen, rereading the cryptic message for the fifth time.He’s watching you from the inside.He didn't know who had sent it. No traceable number. No metadata. Just a warning dropped like a dagger.Yuri entered the hallway, drying her hair with a towel. She had just finished a workout, sweat still cooling on her brow, yet her voice remained calm and detached.“You look like someone just handed you a death sentence,” she said.“Feels like it.”He handed her the phone. She scanned it, brow arching.“Charming.”“Still think Devin isn’t involved?”Yuri didn’t answer immediately. “He might not be. But someone close to him is.”Soo-ah sighed and leaned against the wall. “We need to trace this. Whoever sent it might be on our side — or dangling us like puppets.”

The rain had finally stopped, but the skies above Seoul still hung heavy with storm-colored clouds — a warning of what was to come.Inside the downtown tower reserved for the cartel meeting, security was airtight. Black suits. Earpieces. Snipers on rooftops. Yet no one felt safe—not really.Not when betrayal already had a name.Soo-ah adjusted his blazer, standing near the window overlooking the city. His reflection stared back at him — tired eyes, clenched jaw, and a heart that still hadn’t stopped racing since Devin kissed him.Twice.Devin, who now stood across the marble floor, was talking quietly to Yuri near the elevator. Soo-ah tried not to stare, but he did. Of course he did.Yuri’s eyes met his briefly. Her expression was unreadable.“You okay?” she mouthed.Soo-ah gave a curt nod. No. But what did it matter?Their father’s voice echoed across the room. “The Valencias will be here in ten minutes. Final checks.”Devin walked over. He wore a black suit—no—tie, shirt unbuttoned

The night air was thick with humidity and danger. Seoul never really slept — neither did its shadows.Inside the Lee estate, the tension was palpable. Security doubled. Every hallway was checked. Every corner was watched.But the storm wasn’t outside the gates.It was already inside.Jin-ho’s Room — 11:42 PMSang-woo moved fast, gun drawn. Devin followed silently behind, every step calculated. Jin-ho had slipped away during the staff shift. That alone was a red flag.When they kicked the door open, Jin-ho wasn’t surprised.He stood at his desk, half-smiling. “Took you long enough.”Devin didn’t speak. He crossed the room in seconds and slammed him against the wall.“Who are you working for?”Jin-ho just chuckled. “You already know the answer.”Sang-woo grabbed a thick folder off the desk. Inside: surveillance photos, flight manifests, and a detailed floor plan of the Lee estate.Soo-ah’s room is circled in red.“You were going to kill him,” Sang-woo growled.“Or worse,” Jin-ho said ca