All Chapters of In the Name of Ambition: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

AntonSunday dinner at the Baumann mansion had always been part of my life. But that night, everything felt different as I watched Pietra from across the table, her laughter blending with Anneliese’s as the two of them whispered secrets that even made Rebecca blush.It was hard to believe we were sitting there, in the very room where everything had fallen apart months ago. And yet, now, every glance, every touch between us felt like a new beginning."Anton, pass the wine to your grandmother," my grandfather’s deep voice pulled me from my reverie.I handed the bottle of Bordeaux to Berenice, who smiled at me with that gentle sweetness only she possessed. "Thank you, dear. It’s so nice to see everyone gathered like this." Her eyes misted slightly as they landed on Pietra. "And with such happy news..."Pietra lowered her gaze to her glass, but the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her. My hand found hers beneath the table, our fingers intertwining naturally."Axel sent a message today,

AxelI must have walked ten kilometers around that living room. I was pacing in circles like a caged animal. The entire house felt too small to contain the storm growing inside me. My footsteps echoed in the silence, and even with clenched fists and tense muscles, I knew nothing I did would ease the weight in my chest. The clock on the wall ticked each second like torture. Fred had advised me to wait, to let Kim come home from work on her own. “She’s going to need space after what you’re about to tell her,” he’d said.

Pietra I came home exhausted. The day had been especially rough at the diner, and to top it off, Isaque was even chattier than usual on the walk from school. I tried not to show my impatience. He was just excited. But my shoulders were stiff, my back ached as if I’d carried the world for hours, and a dull, throbbing headache warned me that if I didn’t rest soon, a full-blown migraine would be joining me for the evening.As soon as I pushed open the kitchen door, I froze in the doorway, staring at the scene before me.The table was buried under an avalanche of things. Fabric samples, decoration catalogs, scribbled lists, wedding invitation prototypes... all stacked in piles that seemed to multiply my exhaustion just by looking at them.I let out a deep sigh. One of th

AxelThe soft hum of the jet engines was like a constant buzzing in my head, but what made me restless was the silence between us. Still, my attention was completely fixed on the woman sitting beside me. Kimberly had her forehead pressed against the window, her eyes staring blankly outside as if the answers she so desperately sought were written in the clouds. Since we boarded, she had barely spoken three sentences straight to me. This was the most important trip of my life and, at the same time, the most tense. I should’ve felt relief. We were finally heading to Brazil to begin what could be the end of this foggy chapter. But the distance between us, despite sitting side by

KimberlyThe heavy silence was broken by the loud clinking of Anton’s fork hitting his plate. “Silvana? Priscila’s mother?” “Kimberly and Priscila… my ex-wife… they share a family connection…”Shock rippled across the table. Rebecca and Pietra exchanged worried glances. Aaron frowned, clearly calculating the implications. But it was Anneliese who broke the heavy silence.“Let me guess.” She threw a sharp look at Ettore. “This is yet another discovery from our dear private investigator, isn’t it?”A dense silence fell over the table.