Cursed Beauty

They say beauty is the quality of being pleasing to the senses.

Funny how they forgot to mention the eyes.

My name is Beauty Jones. World-class model. Twenty-three years old, and the world was at my feet.

I was tall, slender, with a round face, small elegant nose, pink lips, and long dark hair that made people stop and stare. Everything about me was perfect. And I knew it.

"Have you sent the replies yet?" I asked, relaxing in my private spa room while Sally scrubbed my feet.

"Yes, my lady. They agreed to two million dollars," Sally replied.

I sat up and removed the cucumber slices from my eyes. "That’s more like it. I can’t waste my time for one million."

My butler walked in with a glass of fresh juice. "Your juice, my lady."

I took it, drank slowly, and waved him off. Before he left, he turned back.

"My lady, what should we prepare for your guests tonight?"

"Anything awful," I said with a smirk.

Both he and Sally stared at me.

"Just make something. Leave me alone." I rolled my eyes and lay back down.

Sally smiled knowingly as she continued the treatment. "Another suitor coming with his family?"

"Yeah. Another bunch of idiots," I muttered.

Sally had been my assistant since high school. She was also my only real friend, though I rarely showed it. She was used to my attitude.

Later that evening, I wore a long sparkling green gown that perfectly hugged my figure, showing off my neck and a teasing view of my thighs. My mother helped adjust my hair.

"You look beautiful, my daughter."

"Mom, we’re just meeting some random guy and his dumb family," I said, slipping on my heels.

"Beauty, don’t be rude," she warned gently.

"They’re only here for my money or my looks. Nothing else." I stood up and headed for the door.

As I walked down the grand staircase, the entire Dan family was waiting. I didn’t greet them. I simply scanned them.

Fake gold. Old shoes. Fake smiles.

"Oh, my future daughter-in-law!" Mrs. Dan rushed forward and tried to hug me.

I smoothly pushed her away. "Thank you. You must all be hungry. Let’s go to the dining room."

Dinner was boring. They kept talking about the wedding like it was already decided.

Finally, I dropped my fork.

"Take care of me?" I looked at Peter, their son. "With what? You can’t even buy real gold."

Peter turned red. "Beauty… I love you. I’ll get promoted soon. We can even live here in your mansion."

I smiled coldly. Of course. He wants to live in my house.

"I don’t like wasting time. I can’t marry you, Peter."

The table went silent.

"Beauty!" my mother gasped.

I stood up gracefully. "Please enjoy the rest of your dinner." Then I walked out.

After they left, I changed into my nightgown. My mother came to say goodbye, followed by Sally.

"Tomorrow is the big shoot. Don’t be late," I told Sally.

"Yes, my lady."

Alone in bed, I scrolled through my phone. A big smile spread across my face when I saw the news:

Beauty Jones nominated as the Most Beautiful Model in the World.

But what really caught my attention was the next line.

The mysterious king of the modeling industry, Dylan, would be one of the judges.

My heart skipped. No one had ever seen his full face — only photos of his broad back or him looking down at his desk. He was a legend. Powerful. Untouchable.

"Famous Dylan…" I whispered excitedly before falling asleep.

The next morning, I was ready for war.

"Get the bags already!" I yelled at the butler as I catwalked toward the car in black leather pants and a black turtleneck. My hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail.

We arrived at the studio after an hour. The crew welcomed me like royalty.

"Good morning, Miss Beauty. Please follow me to the makeup room."

While the makeup artist worked on me, Sally suddenly walked in and froze. Her eyes widened as she stared at someone outside.

She rushed to my side and whispered urgently in my ear.

My head snapped toward her.

"What?!!"