She Who Laughs Last

Chapter Seventeen: The Game Begins

The alarm clock pierced the quiet of the early morning, the digital display reading 6:00 AM. Serenity's eyes snapped open as she groaned, the echoes of the night's dreams dissipating like fog in the sunrise. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and planted her feet firmly on the cold, hardwood floor. Her body protested the sudden movement, but she ignored the complaints, pushing herself to her feet.

She walked to the bathroom, the scent of clean linen and the faint hint of Kaia's shampoo trailing after her. The harsh light from the vanity mirror flickered to life, revealing her face, etched with the shadows of the past. She splashed cold water on her cheeks, the chill sending a jolt through her, banishing the last traces of sleep.

Serenity picked out her workout outfit, black leggings that hugged her toned legs, and a sports bra that matched. She pulled on a loose tank top, the fabric hiding her fading scars on her skin as she moved. Serenity found herself in the kitchen, the early morning light filtering through the large windows. Her stomach rumbled, a reminder that she hadn't eaten since the previous evening. She grabbed a banana from the fridge, deciding to save the grocery shopping for later.

The morning air was cool as Serenity began running. The sound of her sneakers hitting the pavement was a comforting rhythm, a stark contrast to the quiet hush of the city that was just beginning to stir. She pushed herself, her breath coming in short gasps as she increased her pace. The run was a routine, a way to clear her head and prepare for the day ahead.

As she neared the end of her run, she spotted a small coffee shop tucked away on a quiet side street. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the open door, tempting her inside.

Just as she was about to step inside, she collided with someone, sending a wave of hot liquid crashing over the person in front of her.

"Oh, my goodness, I am so sorry!" Serenity exclaimed, her eyes wide with apology.

She looked up to find herself staring into the startled eyes of a woman. The woman had her auburn hair pulled back into a sleek high ponytail, with a few loose curls framing her freckled face. She wore a fitted athletic tank top and sleek black leggings that accentuated her toned physique. The outfit was both functional and stylish, with colorful sneakers completing the look. As she dabbed at the coffee stain with a napkin, her eyes narrowing in annoyance before her demeanor changed into one of shock.

"Oh, my goodness, I am so sorry!" Serenity apologized, the woman's gaze flickering over her attire. The woman's anger evaporated as she took in Serenity's expensive workout outfit, the logo of the luxury brand gleaming in the early morning light.

"Oh my gosh, is that a LuxeFit workout outfit?" the woman exclaimed, her annoyance giving way to awe.

Serenity nodded, a smile playing on her lips. "Yes, it is," she replied, noticing the woman's gaze lingering on the brand's logo.

"I've always wanted one of those," she said, her eyes shimmering with envy. "Where did you get it?"

"Are you sure you're, okay?" Serenity asked, her eyes sweeping over the woman's-stained blouse.

The woman waved her off, her eyes still glued to the workout gear. "Oh, it's nothing. I'll just throw it in the wash," she replied, her voice laced with envy. "But seriously, the outfit is so gorgeous. It must have cost a fortune."

Serenity chuckled, the warmth of the compliment spreading through her. "Thanks, I've got a bit of a love-hate relationship with running. It clears my head, but sometimes I get a bit disoriented," she admitted, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

The woman laughed in response. "Oh, my gosh, same," she said, her eyes lighting up with camaraderie. "I swear, sometimes I feel like I'm going to run right off the sidewalk."

Serenity couldn't help but chuckle. "Exactly," she said, her voice filled with genuine amusement. "It's like the world is moving just a little too fast, and I can't quite keep up."

The woman's eyes lit up with understanding. "Oh my gosh, yes!" she exclaimed. "But it's so worth it for the endorphins, right?"

Serenity nodded in agreement. "Absolutely," she said, her smile warm and genuine. "How about I make it up to you with a new coffee?"

The woman's eyes lit up with gratitude. "Sure, I'd love that," she said, her smile warm and genuine.

Serenity took the woman's order and stepped up to the counter. The barista, a young man with a tattoo sleeve, greeted her. She ordered two more cups of coffee, the same type that had so unfortunately spilled the woman's blouse.

"I'm sorry again, its just that I've been up since 6 AM to get in my workout," Serenity said.

The woman's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh wow, me too!" she exclaimed. "I find that if I don't work out first thing in the morning, I never get around to it."

Serenity laughed, handing her a napkin to dab at the stain. "I know the feeling," she said. "It's like the universe conspires against you to make sure you never find the time."

The woman took the napkin with a grateful smile. "Tell me about it," she said, her eyes lighting up. "But hey, at least we're both trying, right?"

Then the barista called out, "Two medium lattes, extra hot!" Serenity's hand shot up to claim the cups, the steam rising from them warming her palms. She turned to the woman, who was still dabbing at the stain on her blouse with the napkin.

"Here you go," Serenity said, handing over one of the cups.

The woman took it with a grateful smile, her eyes lingering on Serenity's toned arms. "Thanks again," she said. "Can I just say you have an amazing body?"

Serenity felt a blush creep up her neck. "Thank you," she said, her voice low. "You're in pretty good shape yourself."

"Forgive my manners. My name is Tessa," the woman said, her voice bubbling with excitement as she lifted her hand for a handshake.

"I'm Mira," Serenity said, accepting Tessa's hand.

Serenity waved goodbye to Tessa; a forced smile plastered on her face. As soon as she was out of sight, the facade crumbled, revealing a cold, hardened look in her eyes. This wasn't a coincidence; it was a carefully orchestrated plan. She never worked out at 6 am, but she knew Tessa's routine like the back of her hand. The coffee shop, the stain, the conversation—it was all a setup.

A small, satisfied smile tugged at her lips. The first step of her revenge was complete. By feigning a chance meeting, she had managed to re-establish contact with Tessa. Now, she could weave her web of deceit, gaining Tessa's trust before striking. It would be a slow, calculated dance, but Serenity had become a master of such games in her years with L'Empire du Lion.

As she walked away from the coffee shop, a sense of purpose filled her. The woman she had once been, the timid and submissive Serenity, was gone. In her place was a determined, calculating force, ready to reclaim what was rightfully hers. The game had just begun.

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Serenity stepped into the apartment, the familiar scent of home washing over her. Kaia was sat in the living room, her eyes glued to the TV, and a sandwich in her hand. "How are you, kiddo?" Serenity asked, plopping down beside her daughter.

Kaia looked up, her face smeared with Mayo . "Good," she replied, her mouth full.

Serenity chuckled. "Where did you get the sandwich?" she asked, curious.

Kaia swallowed. "I ordered it," she said matter-of-factly.

Serenity raised an eyebrow. "With whose money?" she teased.

Kaia grinned. "Yours, duh," she replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Serenity laughed and rolled her eyes at Kaia's cheeky response, the sound echoing through the apartment. As Kaia faced the TV again, Serenity reached over and snagged a large bite of her sandwich. The bread was soft, the mayo and turkey melding together in a delicious harmony. She chewed thoughtfully, savoring the taste. "Hey!" Kaia exclaimed, swatting at her hand. "That's mine!"

Serenity ran off, laughter bubbling out of her. She could feel Kaia's glare on her back, but she didn't stop. Serenity walked into her bedroom to get ready for work. She slipped into a sleek pantsuit; the fabric smooth against her skin. A quick application of makeup and a touch of perfume completed her transformation. As she stepped out of the bedroom and walked into the kitchen.

"You sure you'll be alright for the next two hours? James and his mom, Kate, will be over soon." Serenity called out to Kaia, her voice carrying the tension of the day ahead.

Kaia rolled her eyes dramatically, "Do they have to come over? Can't we just have some peace and quiet?"

Serenity chuckled, "I thought you liked James?"

Kaia groaned, "I used to, but all he talks about is basketball. It's so boring!"

Serenity laughed again, "Well, you'll just have to bear with him. After all, he's only a child."

Kaia crossed her arms, pouting. "I don't even know why we had to move to LA. Why couldn't we just stay in France?"

Serenity paused, slipping on her shoes. "Mr. Mercier has some business to take care of here," she explained. "And as his personal secretary, and James' mom being his personal cook, we had to relocate."

Kaia rolled her eyes again. "It's always Mr. Mercier this, Mr. Mercier that. Can't you just call him by his first name?"

Serenity laughed. "Be respectful, young lady," she teased.

Kaia stuck out her tongue playfully. "Fine, fine," she muttered.

Serenity leaned down and kissed Kaia's forehead, her heart melting at the sight of her daughter's contented expression. "Be good, okay?" she whispered, ruffling Kaia's hair.

Kaia nodded, her mouth full of sandwich. "I will," she mumbled around the bread.

Before Kaia could protest, Serenity took another bite of her sandwich, grinning at her daughter's mock outrage. "You'll survive," she said, swiping her thumb over Kaia's cheek to wipe away a smear of mayo.

Serenity laughed as she began walking out of the apartment. She picked up her keys and headed towards the door. "Remember, I'll be back before you know it," she called over her shoulder.

Outside the apartment and in the reception the receptionist greeted her with a warm smile. "Have a good day, Ms. Harper," she said.

Serenity returned the smile. "Thank you," she replied. As she stepped out of the apartment buildng, she checked her watch. Mr. Mercier should be arriving soon.

A few minutes later, a sleek black Bentley pulled up to the curb. The tinted windows reflected the morning sunlight, giving the car an air of mystery. The window slid down, revealing Mr. Mercier's stern face.

"Good morning, Ms. Harper," he said, his voice a low rumble.

Serenity nodded; her expression composed. "Good morning, Mr. Mercier," she replied, climbing into the car.

As the car glided smoothly through the city, the morning traffic a distant hum. Serenity turned to Mr. Mercier, her voice calm. "You have a meeting with investors at 10, followed by a lunch with clients at 12," she began, her eyes focused on the iPad in her lap.

Mr. Mercier nodded, his gaze never leaving the road ahead. "And how are you and Kaia adjusting to your new life?" he asked, his voice smooth.

"Kaia is settling in well, she's adapting quite fast," Serenity said, keeping her tone professional.

Mr. Mercier's gaze flickered towards her; his expression unreadable. "And you, Ms. Harper?"

"I...I'm adjusting," Serenity replied, her voice a touch softer than she had intended.

Mr. Mercier nodded curtly, his eyes never leaving the road ahead. His presence was intimidating, a stark reminder of the world she had agreed to be a part of. A long silence stretched between them, the only sound the gentle hum of the car. Then, Mr. Mercier spoke, his voice low and deliberate. "Your revenge, Ms. Harper. What is your plan?"

Serenity froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She had been dreading this moment. "I plan to attend the Vale's annual charity ball," she said, her voice barely audible. "Do some research, gather information."

Mr. Mercier nodded, his eyes never leaving the road ahead. His silence was palpable, a weight in the luxurious confines of the car. Serenity could feel his gaze on her, assessing, calculating. "That is a good start. But you will not be alone."

Serenity's brow furrowed. "I don't need bodyguards," she protested.

Mr. Mercier turned to Serenity, his eyes piercing through her like ice. His intimidating presence filled the car, the very air seeming to thicken around him. His tailored suit was as cold and unforgiving a stark reminder of the power he wielded. "You are under my protection, Ms. Harper," he said firmly. "And that means I decide what happens."

Serenity sighed inwardly, knowing that arguing with her boss was futile. Mr. Mercier's authority was absolute, a fact she had learned during her five-year apprenticeship in the dark arts of L'Empire du Lion. She had seen the cold, intimidating side of him that could make even the most hardened criminals tremble. "Thank you," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, Ms. Harper," Mr. Mercier said, his voice like a velvet-covered knife. His gaze was sharp, cutting through the air like a shard of ice. The car's luxurious interior seemed to shrink around Serenity, the leather seats suddenly stifling. She swallowed hard, her eyes darting to the floor.

The car pulled up in front of a mall, its modern architecture was huge and luxurious. Mr. Mercier stepped out of the car, his long legs moving with purpose. Men dressed in black, all of them with earpieces, emerged from the shadows and formed a protective barrier around him. Serenity followed, her heart pounding in her chest. The mall was a maze of shops and restaurants, each one more beautiful than the last.

As they walked through the mall, Serenity couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu. A familiar store caught her eye: Velvet Elites, her ex-mother-in-law's boutique. How had it ended up here? Serenity decided to investigate later.

They reached a sleek, modern conference room, its walls were covered with minimalist art. Mr. Mercier entered first, his presence filling the room with an aura of authority. Serenity followed, taking her place behind him.

Two men, one older and one younger, sat at the conference table, their eyes fixed on Mr. Mercier with a mixture of respect and apprehension. Serenity could feel their gaze on her, their eyes lingering a little too long. She rolled her eyes inwardly, used to being the only woman in a room full of men who saw her as eye candy rather than a threat.

The meeting proceeded, a flurry of numbers and figures filling the air. Serenity tried to focus on the conversation, but her mind was elsewhere. She was more interested in the two men, their body language, their reactions.

As the meeting drew to a close, Mr. Mercier leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. The two men across the table fidgeted, their eyes darting towards him. "I don't think this deal is going to work," he said bluntly.

The two men exchanged surprised glances. "But Mr. Mercier," the older man began, his voice laced with desperation.

Mr. Mercier cut him off, his voice cold and hard. "My secretary is not a f*****g piece of meat to be ogled by my clients," he said, his tone low but lethal. The men's faces paled, and they quickly averted their gazes. "You came here for business, not for entertainment," he continued, his French accent clipped and precise.

The two men's faces turned a shade of red. They stammered apologies, their voices barely audible. Mr. Mercier looked at two of his men. "Sortez-les d'ici, je n'ai pas le temps pour ça aujourd'hui." His words were sharp, like a knife slicing through the tension in the room. (Get them out of here, I don't have time for this today.)

The two men quickly gathered their things, the color draining from their faces as they stumbled over their apologies. Mr. Mercier's men stepped forward, escorting them out of the conference room with swift efficiency. The air was thick with the scent of fear and the echo of Mr. Mercier's words.

Serenity stood in stunned silence, her mind racing. She hadn't expected Mr. Mercier to react so forcefully. But it was also a stark reminder of the world she had stepped into. A world where power and respect were everything.

Mr. Mercier stood up, his tall figure casting a long shadow over the room. He turned to Serenity, his gaze sharp and penetrating. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice deceptively calm.

Serenity blinked rapidly, her mind racing. She had been so lost in thought that she hadn't realized she was staring. "Nothing," she managed to say, her voice barely a whisper.

Mr. Mercier raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. "You've been blinking excessively," he observed, his tone flat. "Something is bothering you."

Serenity felt a surge of panic. How could he possibly know she was blinking more than usual? "It's nothing," she insisted, her voice rising slightly.

Mr. Mercier leaned forward, his eyes boring into hers. "Crache le morceau!" he snapped, his voice like a whip cracking through the tension. (Spit it out!)

Hesitantly, Serenity began to speak. "I was just wondering how La Maison Éclat ended up here," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I thought it was in a different location."

Mr. Mercier nodded, his expression softening slightly. "Ah, yes, your ex-mother-in-law's boutique," he said, his voice holding a hint of understanding. "The last location was destroyed when they demolished most of the buildings to make way for the new apartment complex in the city centre. They moved here about three years ago. According to the sales reports, they're doing quite well."

Serenity listened, her mind racing. So, her ex-mother-in-law had rebuilt her business. Was it a sign? A taunt? Or just a cruel twist of fate? She knew she couldn't ignore it. It was like a neon sign pointing straight to Cole. She had to find out more.

"But... you know..." Serenity began, her voice trailing off as Mr. Mercier finished her sentence for her.

"I know they are your ex-in-laws who treated you like s**t," Mr. Mercier said, his voice cold and hard as diamond. he said bluntly, "but it would be a shame not to make as much money from them before you destroy them."

Serenity stared at him, her eyes wide with surprise. She hadn't expected him to be so direct.

"J'espère que tu seras indulgent avec eux." Mr. Mercier's voice was a low purr, his French accent thick. She felt a shiver run down her spine at his words, a silent understanding passing between them. (I hope you'll be merciful with them.)

Serenity nodded, still processing the unexpected turn in the conversation. "Of course," she replied, her voice barely a whisper.

"I want coffee," Mr. Mercier declared, his tone commanding.

"Black, no sugar," Serenity replied automatically, already turning to leave the room.

As she walked away, she couldn't help but think about Mr. Mercier. He was a complex man, a mixture of ruthless efficiency and unexpected humanity. There was a certain allure to him, a dangerous charm that drew her in. But she knew better than to let herself be captivated by his charisma. After all, he was a powerful man with a dark side.

She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. There was a job to be done, and she had to stay focused. Revenge was a dish best served cold, and she was determined to savor every moment of it.