The Invisible Bride
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Male Lead (ML)
Full Name: Kiryl Klimovich (Кірыл Клімовіч)
Education: M.B.A. from an Elite Global Business School (e.g., INSEAD or London Business School) after a Bachelor's in Corporate Law
Female Lead (FL)
Full Name: Maryya Adamovich (Марыя Адамовіч)
Education: Master of Science (M.Sc.) in Biotechnology & Molecular Biology
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Please, Kiryl! Just this once. I’m begging you on my knees here!
Kiryl(ml)
Get off my floor, Dzmitry. You’re wrinkling your suit, and you’re wasting my time. The answer is no.
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It’s a blind date! My grandfather set it up with some high-society family. If I don't show up, he’ll cut off my offshore accounts. But I’m already seeing someone! You know this!
Kiryl(ml)
Then tell your grandfather the truth. I am the CEO of Klimovich Holdings, not your professional stand-in for disastrous setups. I have a board meeting in ten minutes.
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Just go there, sit for fifteen minutes, act like your usual terrifying, cold self, and make her hate me! She’ll call off the arrangement, my grandfather will blame her, and I get to keep my money. It’s a flawless plan.
Kiryl(ml)
Your lack of accountability is astounding. I don't have time for childish games.
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I’ll sign over the logistics contract for the Baltic port. The one your legal team has been fighting me on for three months. Unconditional.
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Kiryl? Come on, a port contract for a fifteen-minute coffee date? That’s a steal!
Kiryl(ml)
(Sighs, closing his laptop)
Send me the address. If she is late by even sixty seconds, I am leaving. And if that contract isn't on my desk by tomorrow morning, I will personally ensure your grandfather finds out about every single one of your hidden assets.
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Deal! You’re a lifesaver!
[The Street Outside The Grand Plaza Hotel – 5:45 PM]
Maryya(fl)
(Muttering to herself)
Table number four... five o'clock sharp... Why did I let my mother talk me into this? "He’s from a good family, Maryya. He’s stable, Maryya." He’s probably a snob.
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Beautiful lady! Wait, please, just a moment.
Maryya(fl)
Oh! Sorry, I’m actually in a bit of a rush—
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Please, look at this.
(He holds up a thick, tarnished silver bracelet set with a deep crimson stone)
It belongs to you. It has always belonged to you. Just fifty rubles. I need to buy medicine for my wife.
Maryya(fl)
(Looking at the strange, glowing tint of the stone)
It’s... unusual. But I really don't have time—
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Take it. It will protect you from the storm that is coming.
Maryya(fl)
(Sighs, feeling sympathetic)
Fine. Here is fifty rubles. Keep the change.
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(Takes the money, slipping the bracelet onto her wrist)
May your path be clear, Maryya.
Maryya(fl)
Wait, how do you know my name—?
(She turns around, but the crowded sidewalk is completely empty behind her)
Where did he go? That’s creepy.
BOOM!
(A sudden, violent flash of lightning splits the sky right above her. A massive crack of thunder rattles the glass windows of the hotel. Maryya shrieks, shielding her head as a heavy decorative stone tile from the hotel roof breaks off, crashing down exactly where she had been standing a second prior.)
Maryya(fl)
(Panting, staring at the shattered stone by her feet)
What the—! Hey! Watch it up there! Are you trying to kill someone?!
Maryya(fl)
(Looking down at her wrist. The red stone on the bracelet is pulsing with a strange warmth)
Holy crap... If that old man hadn't stopped me to buy this... I would have been crushed flat. This thing actually saved my life.
[Inside The Grand Plaza Cafe – 5:55 PM]
(Maryya’s phone buzzes violently. She answers as she walks through the heavy glass doors.)
Maryya(fl)
Alesya! You won't believe what just happened outside, a literal piece of the building—
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(Urgent, whispering loudly)
Maryya, listen to me right now! Turn around and run away!
Maryya(fl)
What? Why? I just got inside.
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I just finished running a background check on that guy your mom set you up with. Dzmitry Radkevich is a notorious, shameless playboy! He changes girls faster than he changes his socks. He’s arrogant, he treats dates like a joke, and he’s probably just looking for another conquest!
Maryya(fl)
(Her eyes narrow, dark anger flaring up)
A playboy? So he thinks he can just toy with people’s feelings for fun?
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Exactly! He’s garbage. Just make an excuse and leave!
Maryya(fl)
No. I am not leaving. My mother spent weeks crying to get me to come here, and I’m not letting some spoiled rich prick make a fool out of my family. I’ll handle this myself.
[Table Number Four – 6:00 PM]
Kiryl(ml)
(Checking his Rolex, radiating an icy, intimidating aura)
Six o'clock. Exactly on time. At least she has some discipline.
(Maryya marches over, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. She doesn't even look at his face properly, only noticing his expensive tailored suit, his sharp jawline, and the smug, bored expression he’s wearing.)
Maryya(fl)
(Slams her purse onto the table, sitting down right beside him instead of across from him)
Alright, let’s get one thing straight.
Kiryl(ml)
(Raises an eyebrow, caught off guard by her aggression)
Excuse me?
Maryya(fl)
(Unzips her purse, pulls out a thick stack of cash, and slaps it directly onto his chest)
Look, I know exactly what kind of man you are. You play around, you break hearts, and you think your pretty face gives you a free pass to treat women like toys.
Kiryl(ml)
(Stiffens, his eyes darkening to ice)
Do you have any idea who you are talking to?
Maryya(fl)
I know exactly who you are. So take this money, go find some other club, and go f@ck someone else tonight. Don't waste my time. It’s honestly such a tragic waste of a pretty face, but I don't date trash.
Maryya(fl)
What? Caught you speechless? Good. Tell your family I was the one who rejected you.
Kiryl(ml)
(Slowly curls his fingers around the stack of cash, a dangerous, amused smirk forming on his lips)
You have a lot of nerve, sweetheart
Maryya(fl)
(Frowning, finally looking into his piercing, dominant eyes)
she became invisible
(The heavy mahogany door slams shut, the lock clicking into place with a definitive, terrifying snap. Kiryl’s grip on Maryya’s wrist is like a vice made of iron as he pulls her deep into the dimly lit private room.)
Maryya(fl)
(Heart hammering against her ribs, her breath catching as she’s pressed back against the wall)
Let go of me! What do you think you’re doing?
Kiryl(ml)
(Leans in close, his shadow completely engulfing her, his eyes dark and dangerously intense)
You walked into my reservation, threw cash at my chest, and insulted my character. Did you honestly think I would just let you walk away, Maryya?
Maryya(fl)
(Gulping, looking at the plush velvet bed in the corner of the VIP room, her mind racing to the worst conclusion)
Look, if you think your money and your pretty face mean you can just drag me into a room and force me into having sex with you, you’ve picked the wrong girl! I have a Master’s degree in molecular biology, and I will literally dissect you if you touch me again!
Kiryl(ml)
(A cold, mocking chuckle echoes in his chest)
Sex? You think this is about sex? You flatter yourself.
(He violently grabs her left wrist, lifting it up between them, his eyes locked onto the glowing crimson stone)
Where did you get this?
Maryya(fl)
(Blinking in confusion)
What?
Kiryl(ml)
Don't play dumb with me. This bracelet. Where did you get it?
Maryya(fl)
It’s mine! I just bought it outside from an old man
Kiryl(ml)
Liar. It’s mine. It belongs to the Klimovich family line, stolen from our private collection three days ago. You’re not just a lunatic who crashes blind dates, Maryya Adamovich—you’re a thief.
Maryya(fl)
(Furious, her temper completely exploding)
A thief?! I paid fifty rubles for this, you arrogant prick! And I don't care how powerful a CEO you are, nobody calls me a criminal!
(Using all the strength in her body, Maryya shoves her hands against his broad chest. Caught off guard by her sudden violence, Kiryl loses his footing, stumbling backward and crashing hard onto the velvet bed.)
Kiryl(ml)
(Hissing as he hits the mattress)
You—!
Maryya(fl)
(Already bolting for the door, twisting the lock)
Go to hell, Klimovich!
(Maryya bursts out of the VIP room, running down the opulent corridor. Her heart is beating at a million miles an hour. Suddenly, a bizarre, freezing sensation washes over her body, starting from her toes and rushing up to her head. It feels like static electricity.)
Maryya(fl)
(Stops running, leaning against a grand marble pillar, panting)
What... what is happening? Why is it so cold?
(A hotel guest walks directly toward her, looking straight ahead. Maryya braces herself to dodge, but the guest walks right through the space next to her, completely ignoring her. Maryya looks down at her hands to check her pulse.)
Maryya(fl)
(Gasping, her eyes widening in absolute horror)
What the—?! Where are my hands?! Where is my body?!
Maryya(fl)
(Panicking, touching her own face, feeling her skin even though she can't see it)
This is scientifically impossible. Light doesn't just bend around human tissue! Am I having a stroke? Is this a hallucination?!
Maryya(fl)
(She looks down at her bare wrist. The heavy silver bracelet is completely gone.)
Maryya(fl)
The bracelet... did it drop when I shoved him? Did it break?
[Outside the VIP Lounge Door – 6:22 PM]
(Driven by sheer panic, Maryya rushes back to the VIP room. The door is cracked open. Kiryl is standing right at the threshold, holding his phone to his ear, his face tight with controlled rage. He is holding the crimson bracelet tightly in his left hand.)
Kiryl(ml)
(Into phone)
Yes, it’s me. Lock down the hotel security. The girl who just ran out of room 104—find her. She took the Klimovich heirloom. No, I don't care about the police, my personal security team will handle her.
Maryya(fl)
(Standing literally two inches away from his face, waving her invisible hands)
Hey! Hey, look at me! Do you hear me?! Give that back, it saved my life earlier!
Kiryl(ml)
(Doesn't even flinch, looking right through her as he speaks to his assistant)
She can't have gone far. Check the lobby cameras.
Maryya(fl)
(Frowning, crossing her invisible arms, staring at his unblinking eyes)
Seriously? Are you literally ignoring me right now? I am standing right in front of your face, Kiryl!
Kiryl(ml)
(To his assistant)
Bring the car around. I’m coming down now. (He hangs up, slipping the bracelet into his suit pocket)
Maryya(fl)
(Muttering to herself, completely misunderstanding the situation)
Wow. Look at this guy. He’s really committed to playing hard to get, huh? He’s acting like I don't even exist just because I threw him on a bed. What a psycho.
he is gay
[The Grand Plaza Elevator – 6:25 PM]
(The elevator doors slide open with a soft chime. Kiryl steps inside, his expression dark and frosty. Maryya, still completely invisible, slips in right behind him, her sneakers making absolutely no sound. A glamorous woman in a tight red dress and high heels is already standing inside the elevator, applying lipstick.)
Maryya(fl)
(Standing right next to Kiryl, glaring at his profile)
You think you’re so smart, don’t you, Mr. Ruthless CEO? Standing there acting like a majestic statue, ignoring me like I’m thin air. You’re lucky I don't punch that pretty jaw of yours!
Kiryl(ml)
(Stares blankly ahead at the elevator door, adjusting his cuffs, completely unaware of her presence)
Maryya(fl)
(Smirks, a chaotic idea popping into her head)
Oh, you want to pretend I’m not here? Let’s see you pretend through this.
(Maryya steps closer to the glamorous woman, winds up her arm, and delivers a resounding, heavy smack right across the woman’s backside.)
...
(Blinks, genuinely startled as he looks down at her)
Excuse me?
Kiryl(ml)
(Blinks, genuinely startled as he looks down at her)
Excuse me?
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(Brings her hand back and delivers a brutal, ringing slap across Kiryl's cheek)
How dare you touch me?! You rich men think you can do whatever you want!
Kiryl(ml)
(His face turns to ice, touching his stinging cheek)
Madam, calm down. I did not touch you. I am Kiryl Klimovich, I have absolutely no reason to—
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(Screaming as the elevator doors open at the lobby)
Oh, so you’re saying a ghost did it?! Look around! There are only the two of us in this elevator! Are you telling me a phantom just grabbed my ass?! Disgusting!
(The woman storms out of the elevator, stomping her heels and drawing the attention of the entire lobby crew.)
Maryya(fl)
(Staring at her own hands in the elevator mirror, her jaw dropping as the realization finally hits her like a freight train)
Holy... holy molecular biology. She really couldn't see me. Kiryl wasn't ignoring me... I am actually invisible. The bracelet... it literally bends light waves to camouflage my entire mass. Wow.
(Kiryl steps out of the elevator, looking absolutely murderous as he mutters into his phone. Maryya grins deviously and follows him right out the door, slipping into the back seat of his luxury Mercedes before the chauffeur shuts the door.)
[Kiryl’s Penthouse Mansion – 7:15 PM]
(The penthouse is massive, sleek, and decorated in cold shades of black and grey. Kiryl throws his coat onto a leather sofa and sits at his glass desk. His loyal assistant, Igor, is standing nervously in front of him, holding a velvet box.)
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Sir, the security team checked the safe room. The family heirloom—the crimson bracelet—is perfectly accounted for. It was never stolen from the vault
Kiryl(ml)
So... she wasn't a thief. She actually bought it.
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Yes, sir. It seems you completely misunderstood Miss Maryya Adamovich. She is a top-tier graduate student, completely clean record. You dragged her into a private room and accused her of a felony for no reason.
Maryya(fl)
(Sitting cross-legged right on top of Kiryl’s expensive glass desk, totally invisible, nodding along)
Damn right, Igor! Tell him! He’s a tyrannical psycho!
Kiryl(ml)
(Sighs, rubbing his temples)
Damn it. I crossed the line. I need to find her and apologize
Maryya(fl)
(Narrowing her eyes)
An apology isn't enough, handsome. You need a little punishment first.
(Maryya spots a tall glass of ice water sitting on the edge of the desk. Igor is currently holding a stack of highly confidential corporate files right in front of his waist. Maryya grabs the glass of water and pours the entire freezing liquid directly onto Igor’s pants, right over his manhood.)
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(Yelps in a high-pitched scream, jumping backward, dropping the files everywhere)
AHHH! Cold! Cold! Cold!
Kiryl(ml)
(Jumps up from his chair, staring at Igor’s soaking wet crotch in complete shock)
Igor! What happened? Are you alright?
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(Shivering, holding his hands over his crotch)
I... I don't know, sir! The glass just... it just tipped over by itself!
Kiryl(ml)
(Grabbing some tissues, looking genuinely guilty)
I am so sorry, Igor. I must have bumped the desk. Take a moment to clean yourself up.
Maryya(fl)
(Giggling historically, quickly shuffling through the corporate files that Igor dropped on the floor)
Now for phase two.
(Maryya swiftly pulls out the real port logistics contract from the folder. In its place, she slips in a thick packet of paper from her own backpack—a printed draft of the spicy, serialized Boy-Love/Gay romance stories she writes online in her free time.)
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(Scrambling to pick up the papers, his crotch dripping wet, his mind completely frazzled)
It’s fine, sir. I have the project files right here. Please review the latest... contract details.
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(Igor opens the folder and hands it to Kiryl. But as Igor looks down at the page to confirm the title, his eyes slowly widen to the size of saucers. He starts reading the bolded text out loud under his breath.)
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(Reading in sheer horror)
"Chapter 4: The Alpha CEO’s Forbidden Desire... 'Look at me,' Kiryl growled, pinning the breathless man against the corporate desk, 'you belong to me now'..."
Kiryl(ml)
(Looking at his laptop, not paying attention)
What are you muttering about, Igor? Is the data correct?
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(Sweating profusely, his face turning pale. He slowly looks at Kiryl, then looks down at his own wet crotch, completely misinterpreting the entire situation. He thinks Kiryl threw the water at his manhood on purpose and handed him a gay fan-fiction about himself)
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(Takes a massive step back, tightly crossing his hands over his crotch to shield himself, his voice trembling)
S-Sir... I know every high-society girl in the city craves your attention. You are a powerful, gorgeous man... but... but I am just an assistant! And more importantly, sir... I am strictly into women! I cannot fulfill your corporate desires!
Kiryl(ml)
(Blinks, completely frozen)
What the hell are you talking about?
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(Slamming the folder onto the desk, turning around, and bolting out of the penthouse door like his life depends on it)
Please excuse me, sir! I need to change my pants and submit my resignation!
Kiryl(ml)
(Staring at the slammed door, completely dumbfounded)
What did he just say? Did he just imply that I... What on earth just happened?!
Maryya(fl)
(Rolling on the floor, clutching her invisible stomach as she laughs so hard no sound even comes out)
Oh my god, this bracelet is the best thing that ever happened to me!
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