Semua Bab In the Name of Ambition: Bab 111 - Bab 120

 AaronWhile we were at the park, I did my best to block out Anton’s problems. It was our day—Rebecca’s and mine—and I wanted to enjoy every moment with her. But as soon as we got back to the apartment and she went to the bedroom to change, the worry came rushing back. I picked up my phone and called Anton. He answered on the third ring, and the worn-out voice on the other end confirmed what I already suspected—he was in bad shape. “Aaron,” he began, not even trying to hide the bitterness. “If you’re calling to tell me everything’s going to be fine, save the speech.” “I’m

AntonI woke up with a pounding headache and the bitter taste in my mouth that only a hangover could bring. It had been a while since I’d felt like this. I stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling as flashes from the night before played in my mind. Tony. The club. The drinks I knew I shouldn’t have had. And then, Anneliese. Her intervention hadn’t just stopped me from doing something stupid—it had reminded me that there were people in my life who cared about me. Even though I hadn’t done anything wrong, I knew exactly how those nights with Tony usually ended. Women I barely knew, and an even deeper emptiness the next morning. Just the thought of making a mistake like that—something that could destroy any chance I had with Pietra—made my stomach twist. I sighed and closed my eyes for a moment. I couldn’t keep going like this, so lost and directionless. I needed to find a way back to Pietra, to show her she could trust me. But with my head throbbing, thinking straight seemed impossib

AaronThe moment I walked into the office on Monday, I barely set my briefcase down before grabbing my phone to call Ettore. "Ettore, I need to know what you have for me. Today." My voice was firm, but not aggressive. On the other end, he remained calm, as always. "Aaron, trust me. When the time is right, I’ll come to you." I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to hold back my impatience.

AaronThe moment I left the clinic, anger still surging through me, I grabbed my phone and called Rebecca. I needed to see her—as if she could anchor me, keep me from spinning out. She picked up after several rings, her voice sweet and curious. “Aaron? Is everything okay?” “Yes… I mean, no.” I ran a hand over my face, trying to organize my thoughts. “Can you meet me outside your school?” There was

Rebecca That day’s class was wonderful. I always felt rejuvenated whenever we worked on the practical part, but this particular one had been different. Even with the tension from the previous day still lingering in my mind, something inside me felt more at peace. Maybe it was the reflection of the night Aaron and I shared. After everything he had been through, seeing him leave for work with a calmer demeanor was a relief. I was leaving the classroom when someone started walking beside me. "Rebecca, do you have plans after class?" asked Lilian, one of my classmates.It was surprising how much she had been getting closer to me in the past few weeks. Always shy, but extremely kind, she seemed to have found some comfort in our conversations. The invitation for tea