Semua Bab In the Name of Ambition: Bab 61 - Bab 70

PietraI spent the entire weekend with Andressa at the hospital, observing every small improvement and feeling a growing sense of relief. Anton, always surprising, made video calls so that Andressa and I could see Isaque. Every time I saw my brother’s carefree smile, I knew he was in good hands, and it gave me a peace of mind I didn’t expect. Anton kept surprising me in the best ways. Andressa, always sharp and cheerful, brought up Anton. She had been watching everything closely and said with a smile: “He really seems to be in love with you, Pietra. Why don’t you give him a chance?”

PietraAs Anton carried me in his arms, taking me to my room, the reality of what was about to happen hit me with overwhelming force. My mind was racing, torn between reason and desire, but my heart and my body had already made up their minds. I knew this was sheer madness, that tomorrow I might regret everything, but right now, I didn’t want to run away anymore. With every kiss, every touch, something inside me was breaking. I had been building barriers for so long, trying to protect myself from being hurt again, from trusting someone like Anton, who had always gotten everything he wanted. But now, with him so close, so intense, it seemed impossible to keep resisting. As he gently laid me down on the bed, a part of me whispered that this was nothing more than a game to him, a challenge that would soon lose its appeal once he got what he wanted. But another part—a part I was starting to hear more clearly—said there was something more there. The way he looked at me as if I were mor

PaollaI woke up that Sunday morning wrapped in a wave of happiness that seemed to engulf me. The dinner at the Baumann mansion the previous night had been a success, at least for me. Aaron, on the other hand, was apathetic and listless, but that didn’t bother me in the slightest. I knew he was simply following the plan, and that was all that mattered to me.Our relationship was lukewarm and lifeless, and the lack of an active sex life between us wasn’t a concern anymore. As long as I knew Aaron wasn’t seeing the girl carrying his child, I could sleep peacefully. And thanks to Eric, I was certain of that.It had been a struggle to convince Eric, but he finally relented and hired someone to follow Aaron’s every move. I needed to know every step he took, and the reports I’d received in the past few days were e

RebeccaThe loneliness in São Paulo was crushing. I had no one—no family, no friends. Just the emptiness of the apartment and the silence. After ending things with Aaron, he respected my decision and disappeared, just as I had asked. I knew it was the right thing to do, that I couldn’t stay trapped in that toxic cycle, but living with this choice was far harder than I’d imagined.I had come to São Paulo full of dreams. I wanted to be an artist, to follow the path that had inspired me since I was a child. But now, I couldn’t even paint. My paints sat untouched, and my brushes were abandoned in the corner of the makeshift studio. Sure, I could blame the nausea that had taken over in the past week, but the truth was my mind was far from settled.Aaron wasn’t part of my life anymore, and I was carrying a baby I didn’t know how to handle.In moments when the anguish felt unbearable, I tried reaching out to my mom. I didn’t want to completely sever ties with them, but my last attempt made m

RebeccaWhen I regained consciousness, the white ceiling and cold lights of the mall were the first things I saw. My head throbbed lightly, but I was beginning to piece together what had happened. The two women I’d encountered earlier—Pietra and Anneliese—were by my side, their faces etched with genuine concern. My thoughts were still scrambled, but I could hear them.“She’s waking up,” Anneliese said, relief evident in her voice as she leaned closer to get a better look at me.“I’m already calling an ambulance,” Pietra informed, her phone in hand, her posture steady and commanding. There was something about her presence that radiated control as if she were used to managing crises.I tried to sit up, but my legs felt shaky, so I let myself relax back onto the cold floor. The sensation of weakness was unnerving, and my heart was racing. I wasn’t used to feeling so vulnerable. Anneliese crouched beside me, her expression kind, as she gently placed a hand on my shoulder.“Are you okay? I