บททั้งหมดของ In the Name of Ambition: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

AxelAfter the meeting with Antonella on Saturday in my apartment, I spent the next two nights practically wide awake, trying to prepare for what lay ahead. I needed to resolve this once and for all. Antonella was the girl I had been with just once, during my vacation in Brazil, and I knew we had been careful. The possibility that she was pregnant with my child didn’t make sense. Still, I needed her to publicly admit the truth so this whole story could be put to rest.The conversation, however, did not go as I had expected. Antonella seemed to be enjoying every minute of the exposure and fame that the story had brought her. Ever since she leaked the supposed "romance" to a gossip website, her followers had multiplied into the millions. It was obvious that she was relishing being the center of attention and, to my surprise, now considered herself some kind of celebrity. However, the conversation revealed that she had no character whatsoever, and I quickly realized that it was impossibl

Axel When Fred walked into the room, I knew she’d be right behind him. My heart raced, and for a moment, I had to mentally prepare myself to finally face the woman who had haunted me since Santorini. It was strange because, even though my memory of that night was hazy, the emotional impact she had on me was painfully clear.  But when she stepped through the door and the soft light of the room illuminated her face, I was hit with a shock so strong it nearly took my breath away. The resemblance to Priscila, my ex-wife, was uncanny. For a moment, I was frozen, as if I were seeing a ghost. It didn’t make sense. What was this? How was it possible?  I stayed silent, struggling to mask the storm raging inside me. My mind tried to connect the dots, but nothing added up. Fred,

AntonI was heading home after a long day at Baumann. The past few weeks at the company have been intense but rewarding. Being involved in management, learning, and making real decisions has changed my perspective on so many things. But no change had been as profound as Pietra. The thought that, for the first time, I was building something meaningful—it was all because of her.As I parked my car in the Baumann estate’s garage, my phone vibrated. I picked it up automatically, expecting a message from Anneliese or a colleague from work. But the name on the screen made my heart race: Pietra. The initial relief of hearing from her quickly turned into a sinking feeling as I read the message."Anton, we need to talk about something very serious

RebeccaIt was still hard to believe how quickly everything had changed once again. When I accepted Eric’s offer to enroll in art school, it felt like a distant dream coming true. But in less than twenty-four hours, everything was set: enrollment confirmed, a new apartment in Pinheiros, and a move that happened so fast I barely had time to process it. It was almost as if Eric had planned everything before even consulting me.Despite the strangeness of it all, the apartment was comfortable, and the location was perfect for attending school. In a way, classes came as a relief. Every time I sat in front of a canvas or held a paintbrush, I felt immersed in something that made me forget, if only for a few moments, the man who wouldn’t leave my thoughts: Aaron.I was determined to focus on my future and, most importantly, on mainta

PietraThe way Anton reacted to the news of my pregnancy was so unexpected, so full of genuine joy, that it left me speechless.I had imagined so many different scenarios in my mind, but none of them involved him hugging me as if he had just received the greatest gift of his life. Becoming a mother wasn’t something I had planned for now, not at such an uncertain moment, but it was impossible not to be swept up in Anton’s happiness.He talked nonstop, planning celebrations, imagining how we would tell his family, and even suggesting baby names. While Anton saw this as a dream come true, I couldn’t shake the feeling that, at some point, the ground might disappear from beneath us.I managed to convince him to wait until Sunday to share the news with his family. He agreed, of course, but his excitement was so overwhelming that I wondered if he’d be able to keep his mouth shut until then.Meanwhile, my own emotions were a mix of nervousness and anxiety. As much as Anton was thrilled, I cou