All Chapters of In the Name of Ambition: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

AntonThe conversation with Aaron was brief, despite Anneliese’s impulsiveness. When I returned to the living room, I found Anneliese and Pietra talking. Anneliese was laughing at something, gesturing animatedly, but what caught my attention was Pietra’s face. Her expression was distant, almost closed off—completely different from the woman I had left there just minutes ago. It was as if something had changed drastically, and my instincts screamed that something was wrong. “Pietra, shall we go?” I asked, trying to hide my concern.She agreed quickly, as if she was eager to get out of there. I knew she must have been worried about her siblings. Even though Andressa was recovering well, Pietra never fully relaxed. She was always vigilant, fearing that something could go wrong, especially with Andressa still recovering and Isaque so small and full of energy.On the way back to her house, I tried to talk, but her responses were short, almost monosyllabic. It wasn’t Pietra’s usual behavi

RebeccaSince the day of the tea with Anneliese, my life seemed to have taken on a new color. We started talking almost every day, and her contagious energy made me feel less alone.She was attentive in a way I hadn’t expected, always asking about my classes at the art school or how I was adjusting to my new routine. It was a relief to have someone to talk to—someone who seemed genuinely interested in my happiness.The classes at school were also transforming me. With every brushstroke and exercise, I felt as if I was finally connecting with something essential. For the first time in a long while, the feeling that life was passing me by gave way to a growing sense of excitement.It felt as if, little by little, I was building something of my own—a future that made sense.The following weekend, Anneliese insisted that I meet her family. At first, I was hesitant, but she was so persistent and excited that she eventually convinced me."They're going to love you, Rebecca," she said in a w

Rebecca After Paolla’s exit, the silence that followed was deafening. Leonel watched me with a look of quiet disapproval, but I didn’t care. His deep, controlled voice echoed through the room."Aaron, come with me. We need to talk. Now." He wasn’t asking—it was an order.My first instinct was to refuse. I needed to talk to Rebecca, to explain everything, to try to fix whatever could still be salvaged."I need to settle something with Rebecca first."Leonel narrowed his eyes, his posture stiffening even more."Settle?" He took a step closer, each word laced with disapproval. "You just caused a scandal in front of the entire family. And now you

RebeccaThe words Aaron said, the intensity in his gaze, his promises… It was hard to believe. Too good to be true. That phrase echoed in my mind, bringing with it a wave of fear and uncertainty.I never wanted to be caught in the middle of a mess like this. The scene with Paolla in the living room was enough to remind me of the weight this family carried, of how powerful and ruthless these people could be. Aaron seemed sincere, but I wondered if he truly understood what he was promising."Aaron..." I began, my voice hesitant, but he looked at me with such intensity that I had to look away. "I don’t know if I can be part of this. This family... the chaos... it all scares me."He leaned forward slightly, his eyes locked onto mine."Reb

PietraI was tidying up Addressa’s room when the sound of a phone vibrating on the nightstand echoed for the third time that morning. I didn’t even need to look to know who was calling. Anton. Again. My hand hesitated for a moment, but I kept folding the blanket, ignoring the phone like I had the last few times. He wasn’t giving up, and that only made things harder for me. “Who is it?” Andressa asked, watching me with that sharp, curious gaze of hers. “Unknown number,” I lied, turning to fluff the pillows. Andressa arched an eyebrow, unconvinced. Before I could stop her, she walked over to the nightstand, picked up the phone, and glanced at the screen. “It’s Anton!” she exclaimed, surprised. “Why aren’t you answering?” I sighed, trying to keep my tone casual. “I’ll get to it later.” “Later?” She crossed her arms and stared at me. “Pietra, you’ve been ignoring him for days, haven’t you?” I kept adjusting the bed, pretending it didn’t affect me, but I could feel her eyes