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Evelyn Moore, a renowned architect with a heart hardened by a past love that ended tragically, throws herself into her work, finding solace in the concrete jungle she helps create. Years later, a chance encounter with Liam, a charismatic art historian with a captivating smile, chips away at the walls she's built around her heart.

Their connection is undeniable, a spark that ignites a passion Evelyn thought forever extinguished. But the weight of her past and the fear of losing love again threaten to tear them apart. As Evelyn delves deeper into a new project, she uncovers a hidden message, a love letter from a bygone era, that forces her to confront her capacity to love again.

Torn between the security of her solitude and the exhilarating risk of embracing love, Evelyn embarks on a journey of self-discovery. Can she rewrite the narrative of her past and find solace in the arms of a new love? Or will the shadows of "Last Love" forever keep her from experiencing true happiness?

LAST LOVE: Cupid

The afterglow of the Zenith Tower's unveiling lingered. The media buzz was positive, praising the building's sleek design and the unexpected story of Amelia woven into its heart. Standing beside Liam in the atrium, bathed in the golden light streaming through the glass, Evelyn felt a sense of accomplishment unlike any other.

"We did it," she whispered, leaning closer to him. "We truly honored them."

Liam squeezed her hand, his eyes reflecting the sunlight dancing in the atrium. "And in the process, perhaps we found something ourselves."

A blush crept up Evelyn's cheeks. The shared journey had forged a bond between them, a connection that went beyond their professional collaboration. Just as she was about to respond, a sharp voice sliced through the peaceful moment.

They turned to see a woman striding towards them, her designer suit clinging to a lean figure. Her face, framed by sharp cheekbones and a perfectly coiffed blonde bob, held an expression that could only be described as icy disdain.

"Isabella Thorne," the woman announced, extending a perfectly manicured hand. "The new majority shareholder of Zenith Developments."

Evelyn's smile faltered. News of a recent acquisition had reached her, but she hadn't anticipated meeting the enigmatic CEO face-to-face.

Liam stepped forward, offering a polite smile. "A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Thorne. Congratulations on the acquisition."

Isabella gave him a curt nod, her gaze unwavering from Evelyn. "The building is… impressive," she conceded, the word laced with something that felt more like a grudging acknowledgment. "But impressive doesn't always translate to profitable."

Evelyn's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

Isabella's lips curled into a humorless smile. "Let's just say, Ms. Moore, your artistic flourishes with the 'hidden message' may not be in line with the company's vision of maximizing shareholder value."

A wave of anger washed over Evelyn. The Zenith Tower hadn't just been a project for her; it had become a symbol of her newfound connection with the past and a testament to Amelia's memory.

"This building is more than just an investment, Ms. Thorne," she said, her voice firm. "There's a story here, a legacy we were trying to honor."

Isabella's smile vanished. "Stories are good for press releases, Ms. Moore. My job is results. And while your design may be architecturally interesting, a few unnecessary aesthetic touches might need to be… adjusted."

The threat hung heavy in the air. Evelyn felt a surge of protectiveness towards the building and the message it embodied.

"With all due respect, Ms. Thorne," Liam interjected, his voice calm but firm, "the design is complete, and any changes would require my approval as well."

Isabella's gaze flickered to Liam for a moment, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. "And who might you be?"

Liam extended a hand. "Professor Liam O'Connell. Ms. Moore's… collaborator."

Evelyn caught his glance, a silent understanding passing between them. They were in this together, determined to protect the integrity of their work.

Isabella studied them both for a moment, a calculating glint in her eyes. "Very well," she finally said, her voice laced with steel. "Consider this a warning, Ms. Moore. The Zenith Tower is a business venture now, and aesthetics will have to take a backseat to the bottom line."

With that, she turned on her heel and strode away, leaving behind a trail of tension and a sense of foreboding. The afterglow of success had been doused, replaced by the looming shadow of a formidable opponent. As Evelyn looked at Liam, the challenge ahead was clear. They had to find a way to convince Isabella Thorne that the heart of the Zenith Tower, its story, and its message, was also its greatest asset.

Last Love: Chapter 7 - A Shadow Over Success