Ugly Beauty

Chapter 1

Violet walked along the halls of the university. Everyone’s eyes were on her while she ignored them. She was used to people making a circus out of her. 

Anyway, she looked like a clown with all her messy, thick makeup. She was used to people’s judgmental eyes and thought that this was significantly better than when she was younger. 

At least, here, no one’s calling her a w***e. No one would compare her to her Mom. 

From her looks, people would think she was sick in the head. Violet drew her eyebrows so thick, and she used a very red blusher to her cheeks. 

The waterproof, red blush looked like a perfect circle, and she painted her whole forehead with a black birthmark. It was deliberate. 

Violet wanted to look ugly. She wanted people to stay away and leave her alone. 

As soon as she stepped into her classroom, her classmates turned silent, staring at her. She fixed her thick, black eyeglasses and lowered her gaze. 

The people on the back row moved farther, and she sat at her usual table. On the desk were curse words: ugly, moron, crazy, witch, and many more. 

Violet stared at them and felt happy because she didn’t call her a w***e. It was weird to be joyful because of this reason, but she thought this was better than when she was a kid. 

She could accept it and had no motivation to retaliate. Violet wanted to lead a peaceful life. They didn’t even approach to bully her, just mere words were child’s play. 

Putting her bag down, she sat properly and waited for the instructor to come. She studied business at First City University, a famous elite school in New York. 

She wanted to be in a public school, but her mother wouldn’t let her, so she compromised. She would stay in this university... on her terms. 

Her mother was a board of directors for the school, and she could do whatever she wanted as they owned more than half of the shares. So Violet walked around with heavy makeup. 

The students didn’t bother her because they knew that people who could enroll here were those with money and background. As for Violet, her mother was from a powerful family of businessmen and she married a man that came from a well-known political family in Europe. 

Her mother, Violetta, was in Europe right now while she stayed in New York, away from the woman. They weren’t close, as her mother had a new family. 

Violet was her mother’s daughter from the first husband. Violetta married her sixth husband, and the previous husbands came from powerful families too. 

The instructor arrived, and she listened to the lecture without minding others. Out of the blue, someone sat beside her. 

Violet stiffened, trying hard not to look. The person smelled great, too. She looked at the floor and noticed the expensive black limited edition Italian shoes the man wore. 

She frowned, usually no one sat beside her as people wanted to avoid a crazy person like her. 

“Is it okay if I sit here?” The man’s voice sounded so deep and husky, it was sexy. Violet’s cheeks heated, and she wanted to look up but didn’t do it. 

Maybe this man is a transferee. 

“Is it okay?” he asked again, drawing closer to her. She could hear her classmates gasping. 

Violet violently whipped her head to the man to intimidate him with her face. But contrary to what she thought, the man was calm, and she was the surprised one. 

Starstruck, to be exact. 

The man in front of her looked like a person who walked out of a manga. He was the typical Prince but with black as night hair, piercing gray eyes, aquiline nose, and full, kissable lips. 

His perfectly sculpted jaw gave his face a stronger, manlier look. It stunned Violet into silence. 

“Can I sit here?” The man asked her again, frowning. 

“Yes.” Violet swallowed and hurriedly buried her face in her book. 

My heart, please calm the f**k down.