Chapter 3 Chapter 3

"No! No! This can’t be real!"

Beauty screamed as she stumbled away from the mirror. Her hands trembled as she touched the ugly red boils and dark patches covering her once-perfect face.

Sally rushed to her side. "Beauty, please calm down—"

"Call the doctor! Call my mom! Now!" Beauty shouted, voice breaking.

She scrubbed her face with hot water until her skin burned, but nothing changed. Defeated, she collapsed on the bed, hugging her knees and crying bitterly.

Mrs. Jones burst into the room minutes later and pulled her daughter into her arms.

"Oh my God… what happened to you?"

"I don’t know, Mom!" Beauty sobbed. "I woke up like this. My face… it’s ruined!"

Mrs. Jones tried to stay strong. "We’ll fix this. I have a friend in Spain, Dr. Sara. She’s the best skin specialist. We’re leaving tonight."

They tried a local doctor first, but after one look at her face, he shook his head.

"This isn’t normal. I’ve never seen anything like it. I’m sorry."

As soon as he left, Mrs. Jones made her decision. "Pack her bags, Sally. We’re going to Spain."

Beauty barely left her room. She wore a thick scarf, face mask, and oversized sunglasses just to step outside. Even then, she felt exposed.

At the modeling headquarters, she stayed hidden in the car while her mother arranged for the nomination forms.

A sudden gust of wind ripped the scarf from her head. As Beauty chased it toward the entrance, a group of young models spotted her.

"Is that… Beauty Jones?"

"Oh my God! What happened to her face? She looks disgusting!"

Laughter echoed behind her as she quickly wrapped the scarf back around her head. The humiliation burned deeper than any scar.

She signed the papers with shaking hands and whispered, "Let’s go."

On the flight to Spain, Beauty didn’t speak. She stared at old photos of herself on her phone, tears falling silently.

After ten long hours, Dr. Sara examined her face carefully and sighed.

"I’ve never seen a case like this. It doesn’t look like an ordinary skin condition." She shook her head. "I can give you a cream, but I can’t promise it will work."

Beauty broke down completely.

"My career… my life… everything is over!"

They returned home the same day with only a useless tube of cream. The news had already spread like wildfire.

“Beauty Jones Turned Ugly!”

Photos of her covered face at the airport were everywhere. The comments were brutal:

Finally! Karma got her.

Who’s the most beautiful model now?

Her career is finished.

Beauty threw her phone across the room and screamed into her pillow.

Her perfect life was crumbling.

She needed her beauty back. At any cost.

And deep down, a dark thought began to form — she would find whoever did this to her… and make them undo it.