All Chapters of My Model (BL): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The air in the estate was heavy with suspicion.Every eye was watching. Every whisper seemed louder. After the Polaroid incident, no one felt safe, not even behind the reinforced walls of the Lee mansion.Inside the war room, the tension was near breaking point.Yuri sat at the head of the table, pale but poised. Sang-woo paced like a wolf. Soo-ah leaned back, arms crossed, trying to stay composed. Devin stood with one hand on the window, silent.“The mole is still here,” Yuri said plainly. “Last night proved it.”“We’ve already swept the estate,” Sang-woo replied. “Rooms, staff, surveillance—all clean.”“Not clean enough,” Soo-ah muttered.Devin turned. “Then we go deeper. Not just the guards. The family. The staff’s staff. Drivers. Cooks. Even the ones who left.”Yuri nodded. “Start with the inner circle.”Sang-woo narrowed his eyes. “You think it’s one of us?”Devin met his gaze. “I think it’s someone who sees everything. Someone who doesn’t need to hide in the shadows because they

Pain returned slowly, like a tide.Devin blinked through the blur. Cold stone beneath him. Rope at his wrists. Blood on his shirt.He was still alive.Barely.A dim light swung above, casting shadows in the abandoned church crypt. Somewhere near, water dripped. Every sound echoed like a scream.And then—Footsteps.Nikolai descended the stairs like a god walking through ruin.“Awake already?” he said, voice soft, mocking. “I didn’t stab deep enough.”Devin tried to sit up but gasped—sharp pain cutting through his side.“You were always strong,” Nikolai said, crouching beside him. “But stupid. You let your emotions lead you here.”“You used my mother,” Devin rasped.“No,” Nikolai said. “I protected her. I hid her. I fed her. She only became bait when you betrayed me.”“I didn’t betray you.”“You loved someone else.”Silence.“You don’t get to play martyr,” Nikolai said. “You left me in Russia. You knew what they'd do to me when they found out who I was.”Devin met his gaze. “I thought

The Lee Estate was too quiet.Not peaceful—unnaturally quiet.Sebas moved through the west wing like a shadow, blending into the staff rotation. Dressed in a standard black butler’s uniform, he had slipped past security with forged credentials and a perfectly faked background as “Kim Dae-sung,” a new temp from the local agency.No one questioned him.Not even the guards who should’ve known better.He walked calmly, tray of wine glasses balanced in his hand, but his eyes never stopped scanning the hallways. His earpiece buzzed with static.“Target still in the main house. Bomb armed. Ten hours until detonation.”He didn’t reply.He didn’t need to.Tonight, everything would burn.Elsewhere in the Estate – Yuri’s RoomThe dagger pulsed.Yuri sat up sharply in bed, her nightlight flickering. The dagger—normally cold and inert—glowed faintly beneath the drawer. A low hum, like a whisper too close to the ear, filled the room.She grabbed it and held it up.It glowed brighter near the window

The Seoul skyline glowed like a mirage as the black car slid into the city limits, windows tinted so dark not even the moonlight dared peek inside.Inside, a man sat motionless.He wore all red.Red leather gloves. Red coat. Red scarf tucked around his throat. A silver ring with a blood-red jewel glinted on his finger.They called him the Red King.No one knew his real name.Only that he never missed.Only that his last contract left an entire cartel branch in ashes.And now—he was in Seoul.Lee Estate – War RoomDevin stared at the board covered in red-threaded lines and photos.Soo-ah stood beside him, arms crossed, silent."Someone helped Sebas," Sang-woo said from across the room. "There are no other exits unless you have the master codes."Yuri frowned. "Which only family members and the upper guards have."Devin didn’t say anything. His mind kept flashing to one thing:"Kill the one with the scar down his neck. He knows everything."Nikolai's warning.Sebas was only the first.He

3:33 AM – Yuri’s BedroomThe mansion was silent, but Yuri wasn’t sleeping.She stood barefoot by the window, her robe draped loosely around her. The dagger rested on the desk nearby, its glow subdued, as if it were sleeping too.But her mind wouldn’t rest.The prophecy had changed again.Every time the blade drew blood from a Lee, more secrets awakened.And tonight, it had said something terrifying.“One must fall. One must rise. One must choose.”She poured herself a glass of water, hands trembling. Her reflection in the glass looked pale, haunted.What if the one who falls… is me?Then, without warning, the dagger flared.Yuri spun.Its glow pulsed — steady, rhythmic, like a heartbeat.She stepped toward it, unsure if she was still awake or dreaming.Her fingertips brushed the hilt.FLASH.She was no longer in her room.Instead, she stood in a burned field. Black roses wilted under her feet, and the sky above bled crimson. A man in red stood with his back to her — no mask, no weapon