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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

The sleek black Rolls-Royce glided through the gates, passing tall trees and freshly trimmed flowers that lined the lane.

The car came to a stop in front of her lit-up mansion in Gangnam-gu, Cheong-dong.

The state-of-the-art building, with its grand design, was a masterpiece by the famous architect Choi Minhoo.

At the center of the garden stood a tall sculpture of her, capturing her likeness perfectly. She smiled, admiring it as always.

Her assistant, dressed in a crisp black suit and a blue dress shirt, opened the car door with practiced precision. Impeccable as ever.

She appreciated when her staff maintained a polished appearance. Even her bodyguards wore matching black suits and shirts, standing at attention like a seamless unit.

Her Jimmy Choos echoed sharply against the marble as she walked through the grand mahogany and gold doors.

The lavish interior boasted the most expensive tiles, their glossy surface reflecting the shimmer of her silver bodycon dress.

Around her neck rested a dazzling 300-carat diamond necklace by Pandora, a testament to her success and opulence.

She passed the golden fountain, her every step exuding confidence, and entered the expansive living room.

Her husband was seated there, dressed in a casual yet sophisticated ensemble, a dress shirt layered under a sweater and paired with tailored chinos.

He sat beneath the sparkling chandelier, his posture stiff on the Italian crocodile leather sofa. His jaw was clenched, and his knuckles were white as he held his coffee.

She recognized the signs of his anger but greeted him with a forced cheerfulness. "Honey, I'm home."

He set his coffee cup down on the saucer brought by his assistant and gave her an odd, unreadable stare. "Are you happy with your award?"

She walked confidently to his side and sat down, her smile unwavering. "Yes. As a matter of fact, this is my third Daesang. It's such an honor. I'm delighted." She chuckled lightly, expecting the usual praise.

But the silence that followed was deafening.

Finally, he stood, his movements deliberate and controlled. "Well then, if you're satisfied…" His voice dropped, sharp and cutting. "Quit acting, Yena."

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