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Born on a day that should have been perfect, twin sisters Kang Hana and Kang Dara entered the world with equal promise—or so it seemed. As the years passed, one blossomed into a vision of beauty, while the other became a shadow, labeled “ugly” by a society obsessed with perfection.

Hana grew up in a world where beauty and talent were everything, but she had neither. Ridiculed, dismissed, and treated as a joke, her only solace was a desperate dream, to become an idol and prove her worth to the world.

Yet the road to stardom is not kind to those who don’t fit the mold. Desperation leads Hana to make a fateful decision, one that transforms her life forever. But beauty comes at a price, and the secrets she keeps and the lies she weaves to sustain her new life may just be her ultimate downfall.

As Hana rises in the cutthroat world of idols, she faces a harrowing choice: cling to the fragile perfection she’s achieved, or rediscover the strength to embrace who she truly is, even if it means losing everything.

A story of ambition, identity, and the dark side of fame, The Ugliest Beauty asks the ultimate question: How far would you go to be loved?

THE UGLIEST BEAUTY

As Hana climbed the stairs, she could feel Dara's eyes boring into her. When she paused at the top, Dara stepped beside her, blocking her path.

"If you have something to say, then say it," Dara sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. "I'm not in the mood for your self loathing gaze."

Hana stood frozen, her heart thumping in her chest. She didn't respond at first, but then Dara spoke again, her voice laced with cruelty.

Hana couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. "Yes, it made me very happy."

Dara raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. "Why?"

Hana knew what was coming. The words she had heard a thousand times before, the ones that had haunted her for years.

"Do you think you could ever be like Yena?" Dara's finger brushed a strand of Hana's hair from her face, her touch cold and mocking. "With a face so ugly?"

Hana's fists clenched, the fury bubbling inside her. She wanted to remind Dara who had given her these scars, the person who had caused her pain.

"What, you want to play the blame game again?" Dara scoffed, folding her arms and leaning against the railing. "Do you think without that scar things would be different?"

Hana swallowed hard, but Dara wasn't done.

"Do you think without that scar you would shine as brightly? Do you think without those scars, mother and father would love you?" Dara laughed, a wicked, hollow sound that rang in Hana's ears.

It shouldn't have hurt, not after all these years of hearing it, but it did. It hurt more than Hana cared to admit.

Her gaze fell on Dara's bedroom door, the sleek, state-of-the-art design that their mother had spent a fortune on. Everything about it screamed perfection, just like Dara.

"Goodnight," Hana whispered, turning away without looking back.

The walls were dull, the paint peeling away like the remnants of forgotten dreams. Her furniture, old and worn, carried the faint scent of decay. It was a room filled with memories of abandonment, the place where she faded into the background.

"Yeah," Hana thought bitterly as she collapsed onto her bed.

Chapter 2