Endless Transmigration: These Shitty Lives are Killing Me - Chapter 171: Misunderstanding between strong women is a disaster

Aria and Ivy are twin sisters whose father has gone missing for three years. They have left no stone unturned to find him, but all in vain.

In an unusual encounter, a business tycoon, Noah Allen Carter, falls in love with Aria. Meanwhile, Ivy approaches Joshua Martin, who is a friend of Noah, to help find her father and in the process falls for his charms. What happens when the sisters find that the people they love are the ones behind their misery?

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“Ivy, sweetheart. Please come back. I love you.” Joshua cried holding her hand. However, there was no response from her.

“Ivy, please say something. Don't be like this.”

Joshua kissed her hand, but Ivy had long made up her mind. Only a miracle could make her come back to him.

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“I hate you, Noah,” she shouted.

“I love you, Aria,” he replied, pulling her towards him.

“No, you don't.”

“Yes, I do. Falling in love with you is the best thing that ever happened to me. I will always love you; today and forever.”

He doesn’t want to be wanted for bounty, or be a pirate, but if there’s no other choice, he can only become a pirate…..

Let the world turn upside down!

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Living for the sole aim of escaping!

‘Light of Rusbella’ was a depressing romance novel.

Wishing for a new life, Asili Rosé was reborn as the daughter of the 8th wife of the Estrian Emperor.

She thought she was born with a golden spoon, but it was actually just a gilded spoon?

Once she realized that nothing but ruin awaited, she found a diary foreshadowing the future…

It foretold Asili’s death by the hands of the Crown Prince, Castor!

…Let’s try to survive first.

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“What can I do for my elder brother?”

“Well.”

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Pale sky blue hair fluttered finely in the wind. He smiled weakly, before parting his dry lips.

“Call my name.”

“…”

My head quickly snapped up.

“Call me… Amoru.”

His fingertips skimmed along my inner wrist.

That lonesome night as he lays dying in the hospital, fearing of death and desiring the taste of life, his mind became unprecedentedly complex with mixed emotions.