SCENE CUT: The Phone, The Contract, and Three Months
LOCATION: Living room of a modern penthouse, morning light
Alia is slightly different today.
She has tidied her hair, dressing in formal attire.
She is about to sign a new contract—perhaps the start of a new life.
At that moment, Anashia's brother enters the room.
He notices Alia and Anashia together.
But he says nothing, only smiles slightly at the corner of his lips and says:
"형, 진짜로 사랑해?"
(Hyung, jinjaro saranghae?)
(Brother, do you truly love her?)
Anashia only lowers his head and says:
"응."
(Eung.)
(Yes.)
The brother leaves, without another word.
With a strange, cold acceptance.
Alia then sits with the contract—a marriage contract.
A 'test marriage' for three months.
Anashia sits beside her.
He places his hand on Alia's hand.
The previous savage fire is gone from his eyes—now there is a strange stillness.
Just then...
Viktor's call comes in.
Alia pauses.
She receives the phone without saying anything.
The camera slowly focuses on her face.
We don't hear Viktor's words.
We only see Alia's eyes slowly widening.
Her lips are trembling.
She was about to say something—
Suddenly, the mobile phone slips from her hand…
and Anashia crushes the mobile under his foot.
The mobile is shattered.
Alia is stunned.
Anashia says:
"무슨 일이야?"
(Museun iriya?)
(What happened?)
ALIA (Whispering, in a cold voice):
"Ничего..."
(Nichevo...)
(Nothing...)
But her eyes say—everything.
Anashia then picks Alia up in his arms.
Alia does not resist.
She rests her head on Anashia's chest.
Anashia kisses her forehead.
He says in Russian:
"Теперь ты только моя. По закону."
(Teper' ty tol'ko moya. Po zakonu.)
(Now you are only mine. By law.)
They both sign the three-month marriage contract together.
SCENE CUT: The Last Day of the Contract – Alia's Departure
LOCATION: Private airstrip, dawn.
The sky is grey, shrouded in mist.
Alia, wearing a black coat, stands in front of her private jet.
Her hair blows in the wind, sunglasses on, the familiar cold smile on her lips. Three months are over.
Anashia stands silently, saying nothing.
Alia does not look at him.
Before climbing into the plane with her bag, she only says (in Russian):
"Это было весело. Спасибо за игру."
(Eto bylo veselo. Spasibo za igru.)
(It was fun. Thank you for the game.)
Anashia says nothing.
There is not a hint of resentment on his face,
nor any plea.
Only a look of broken acceptance in his eyes.
Alia boards the plane.
The door closes.
The engine roars to life.
The jet takes off… towards the sky.
Alia sits by the window.
Staring outside.
Suddenly… she whispers:
"Он даже не пытался остановить меня."
(On dazhe ne pytalsya ostanovit' menya.)
(He didn't even try to stop me...)
A slight smile touches her lips.
But that smile...
is completely empty. On the ground, at the airstrip: Anashia is still standing.
A single drop of water falls from his eye.
He whispers with his head bowed (in Korean):
"사랑했지만, 넌 몰랐지."
(Saranghaetjiman, neon mollatji.)
(I loved you, but you never knew...)
FINAL LINE (Narration):
"Three months were bound by rules.
But the feeling...
that was under no one's control."As the plane soared above the cloud layer, the empty smile fixed on Alia's lips slowly vanished. She removed her sunglasses, but her gaze was fixed, as if staring into a vast void.
ALIA (Inner Monologue):
"He couldn't stop me. Or... he didn't want to stop? If he truly loved me, he should have held me back…"
But these thoughts were meaningless to her now. She hadn't entered a game of love; she'd entered a game of destruction. And this breaking wasn't just for Anashia or Viktor; it was for herself too.
Her hand drifted to the inner pocket of her coat. Inside was a new SIM card. The Alia who had turned to ash for Anashia was about to be reborn.
Destination: Istanbul
The flight announcement came: "We will shortly be landing at Istanbul's Atatürk International Airport."
Alia's destination wasn't some luxurious villa, but a safe house near the Bosphorus. This time, the game wasn't personal; it was political.
As soon as she was in the car, she inserted the new SIM card. Immediately, an encrypted message arrived:
"Welcome. Target is ready. The three-month contract has ended, but our contract begins today."
The message wasn't from Viktor. Nor was it from Anashia. It was from someone whose power surpassed the combined might of both men. She had never seen this person, but she had played the 'test marriage' game for three months for them.
The New Mask
Alia read the message, and that old, cold, but now purposeful smile returned to her lips.
ALIA (Whispering):
"It's true, the real game starts today. Anashia, you were just my training session."
As the car drove through the silent alleyways, Alia remembered: Anashia lifting her and saying in Korean, "You are mine now. By law."
Alia smiled. Anashia had believed she was his, perhaps he truly loved her. But Anashia failed to see that Alia was ready to wear the shackles of death, not just the shackles of law.
The car stopped in front of a modern, yet old-style apartment building. Alia stepped out. The cold, salty sea air touched her.
She straightened her black coat. No more emotion now, no more playful madness. Only The Objective.
She walked towards the apartment door. It wasn't closed, but slightly ajar. Deep darkness lay within.
Alia entered without hesitation. In the dark room, she sensed only the presence of a chair. Someone was sitting on the chair.
Alia asked in a calm voice, in Russian—
ALIA:
"Вы готовы? (Vy gotovy?)"
(Are you ready?)
A voice echoed from the darkness. The voice was very low, yet so commanding that Viktor's or Anashia's voice seemed negligible in comparison. The voice was as cold and emotionless as Alia's.
VOICE IN THE DARKNESS (In English):
"Always. Now, tell me, how did Anashia break?"
Alia paused. This was the question she had played the three-month game for.
ALIA (She answered, without a hint of remorse in her voice):
"Through love. Love always breaks the monster."
The light flickered on. The person in the chair was staring at Alia. Before she could discern if it was a man or a woman, Alia noticed one thing—the color of their eyes.
The eyes were… gold.
And in those eyes, there was no emotion, no game—only calculation.
Alia smiled. She had found her new game partner.
END OF CHAPTER: How love broke a monster, and how Alia dedicated herself to a new, colder game.