All Chapters of In the Name of Ambition: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

AntonI got to the restaurant with a heavy head. It wasn’t my favorite place, but I needed a decent meal and a way to clear my thoughts—something I hadn’t managed even after spending the afternoon playing tennis at the club. Going home was out of the question. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. When I parked, I saw the scene that made my blood boil instantly: Pietra and Mirella outside, and Tony standing between them with that drunk grin I knew far too well. “What’s going on here?” I asked, stepping up beside them, my brow furrowed. Mirella turned to me right away, her eyes blazing. “You want to know what’s going on, Anton? Your friend here… this idiot… just insulted Pietra in a way that not even you would be cold enough to ignore.”My stomach twisted. I looked from Pietra to Tony and then back to Mirella. “What did he say?” I asked, my voice low but firm. Something inside me already knew I wouldn’t like the answer.Mirella stepped closer, her voice thick with fury: “He called he

AxelWhen the ball hit the net for the first time, a week's worth of tension dissolved in the crowd's roar. But it wasn't just the goal. It was the moment. The gesture that followed—pointing at her, at our child—had been automatic. My feet moved, my body reacted, but my mind was elsewhere.Kimberly.The truth was, Leonel's plan made sense. Pretending to be in a relationship. Calming the media. Protecting the baby. It was logical, practical... and utterly uncomfortable. I didn't want to hide behind some performance. Yet every time I glanced her way, something inside me shifted.The second goal came like a release. I needed to get it out of my system, even if it was just an act. I formed a heart with my hands—a cliché gesture, but effective. The crowd went wild, chantin

KimberlyThe smell of fresh coffee filled the kitchen, but the bitterness on my tongue had nothing to do with the drink. My fingers trembled slightly as I scrolled through headlines on my phone—photos of me, of Axel, of that ridiculous moment at the stadium when he pointed at me like we were some epic love story."The hottest couple of the moment!" Kathleen read aloud, spinning her phone toward me with a smirk. "Look, they even made a hashtag. #Kixel. Terrible creativity, but congrats, sis—you’re famous now!"My stomach twisted, and I shoved my cup away so hard that coffee nearly sloshed over the rim."This isn’t a game, Kath. It’s a nightmare that keeps getting worse."My sister’s smile faded. She set her phone

AaronAfter settling Rebecca in and watching her fall asleep, I finally felt like I could breathe again. She was safe—for now—and I needed to keep it that way. I grabbed my phone and called Ettore, needing to update him and, more importantly, get answers."Ettore," I said, keeping my voice low so as not to wake Rebecca. "I need you to find out where Paolla and Eric are hiding. They’re behind all of this, and I’m done playing defense."Ettore listened carefully, and I could hear the tension in his voice when he responded."Aaron, given everything that’s happened, I’ve already been monitoring them. But they’re smart—they’ve gone to ground. I’ll need more time."Two days passed with no concrete leads. The waiting was eating at me, but I had to trust Ettore’s process. Meanwhile, Rebecca was recovering, and I did everything I could to keep her calm and protected.By Monday, Leonel had returned to the estate. I found him in the library, seated in his dark leather armchair, frowning over som

AxelWhen we returned from the paternity test, I found my grandparents ready to head back to Brazil. According to Leonel, Anton, and Aaron needed his firm hand more than I did at the moment. At least, that’s what he said, or strongly implied. With his departure, the atmosphere in the mansion seemed to shift. It felt lighter, quieter. As if everyone, including me, could finally breathe again. Leonel had that effect: a magnetic, admirable presence, but always demanding. He made you toe the line even without saying a word. And in Kimberly’s case, it seemed he had driven her straight into her room and behind a locked door.She hadn’t left her room since we got back from the clinic the previous afternoon. More than o