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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

She stood at her house door, the card glinting faintly under the streetlight. M-Entertainment.

She dreamed of it sometimes, but dreams were just that, dreams. She didn't have what it took, and she didn't want someone getting her hopes up for nothing.

With a sigh, she opened the door, greeted by the warm aroma of rice filling the air. Of course, it was just like her mother to prepare Dara's favorite.

Dara was already seated at the table, laughing and chatting with their mom. They sounded like they were in their own perfect world.

Her mother turned, her face instantly shifting into a scowl, like Hana was an unwelcome intrusion. "You're late. What were you doing?"

"I walked home," she replied simply.

Her mother rolled her eyes. "Of course. I got my hopes up, thinking you'd gone to the academy or the library to actually study." She turned back to Dara, running a hand affectionately through her hair.

"Too bad the only thing you're good at is being a nuisance," her mother added, her voice laced with irritation.

"If only you could be more like Dara, I'd be proud to have two daughters. Instead, I have to cover for you so you don't embarrass your sister. How pathetic. Go change and come have dinner."

Dara smiled sweetly at her, a glint of mockery in her eyes. "Well, she should walk more. Maybe she'll lose some weight."

Her mother nodded in agreement. "Yes, she's a bit fat. The only thing she manages to beat you at is her hair."

Hana paused at the stairs, her grip tightening on the railing as her mother continued, "Your hair is healthy, Dara, but it's a bit thin. Should I take you to the salon tomorrow?"

"Of course, Mom," Dara said, her tone dripping with fake cheerfulness.

Hana caught a flicker of something else in Dara's smile before shutting the door to her room, a suffocating space that felt more like a cage.

chapter 12