Chilchuck X Marcille Novels & Stories

Alpha Kyle licked his lips and uncorked the bottle. The ruby red-colored liquid, glinting in the candlelight, was poured into two large wine glasses. Alpha Kyle handed one to me and said, "Trust me, Miss Lewyn, you have to try this. You can't go wrong with Chateau Margaux. It's strong, consistent, and reliable. Miss Lewyn, do you enjoy something strong, consistent, and reliable?" I held the wine glass in my hand and frowned.

"You could pour us some wine. Glasses are in that cabinet." I found two crystal wine glasses and filled them with the pale golden liquid. The label was in French, with a vintage date that made me raise my eyebrows. "This smells amazing," I said, handing him a glass. He took a sip, his eyes never leaving mine. "It's a 2015 Montrachet. Perfect with seafood." I swirled the wine in my glass before taking a small sip. The complex flavors exploded on my tongue; hints of apple, honey, and something I couldn't quite identify.

The server returned with the wine, but as he was about to pour it, Lilianna stopped him. "Is everything alright? You don't like Château Pétrus? It's a vintage 1970, one of the finest Bordeaux ever produced—" She cut me off, "I love Château Pétrus, but I want you to serve me. If you want this dinner to mean anything, you need to work for it too."

He did the same, moving his shoulders in a circular motion — hoping to relieve some burden from his shoulders — that also resulting in a comforting pop. The day had been rather hectic for him since his new wine brand had just been released today. The Cabernet Sauvignon — precisely the La Pelle 2020 Sauvignon Blanc de Napa Valley — would hit the market in two days but the official unveiling of the wine had taken place today at The Beekman which was located in the Financial district of Manhattan.

The kind of place where deals were made and secrets stayed buried. Wine was served almost immediately. I offered to order for her, and to my surprise, she agreed. She took a sip, raised a brow. “This is good.” “It’s a 1785 Château Margaux,” I said, allowing myself a small smile. At least she had taste. She peered down at the glass. “How much is a glass?” “Two thousand dollars.” Her eyes widened. She set it down like it had scorched her. “You’re kidding. It’s just a glass. And it doesn’t even taste that good.”

The young man, dressed in a tailored black suit, moved with practiced elegance, adding to the room's sophisticated ambiance. As he carefully poured a deep ruby red wine, the rich aroma of berries and oak filled the air. "This is a 2005 Château Margaux," the sommelier explained softly. "It's a beautiful Bordeaux blend, known for its complexity and finesse." While the wine breathed, Mrs. Walker engaged in small talk, asking about my hometown. "I grew up in Johnsonville," I told her. "Ah, Johnsonville is known for its wonderful people. You're not only beautiful but also quite talented. Luke has found himself a real gem."

Even the throw pillows on the cream sofa were arranged exactly the way I used to arrange them. He hadn't changed a thing. He was living inside my corpse. "I designed it myself," Mark said, walking to the wet bar. "I wanted something open. Something that breathes." I dug my nails into my palms. Liar. You didn't design a damn thing. You just stole it. "You have exquisite taste," I lied, my voice smooth. "Wine?" Mark offered, holding up a bottle of Château Margaux. "It’s a 2015. Very rare."

Yolanda led Summer and Susanne to a quiet corner of the hall. She explained softly, "I went around the hall earlier. I found that most of the wines in the competition were from Hennessy, Château Lafite Rothschild, Rémy Martin, Château Latour, and Château Haut-Brion. You can narrow it down to these five winehouses in the competition." Through Yolanda's keen observation, she realized that only wines from five specific winehouses were served at the party, with no other varieties present.

I asked in surprise and he nodded, I stood up immediately and walked to the wine, I tried carrying it with one hand but it was so heavy that I had to add another hand while the Alpha sat on the bed laughing at me “Alpha it looks so expensive” “What do you think of the wine? Perfect trust me even without tasting it I could tell it's perfect, the branding, the packaging the quality, it screams of power, it's a wine that holds so many aura let me look at the name” I said to the Alpha and looked at the body of the wine *Chatello*?” I muttered and the Alpha nodded “The name sounds powerful” “It's a combination of my parents name” The Alpha muttered and it clicked on me

She lets out a low laugh but is still cautious. "It's hard to relax when you're analyzing me like a wolf looks at a lamb." I smile, picking up the glass of mineral water the waiter just served. "If I were a wolf, I would have already attacked." The sommelier returns with a bottle of Château Margaux 2015—a full-bodied red, with notes of cassis and tobacco that will pair perfectly with our dishes. While he serves, I watch Elizabeth. She studies the ruby liquid in the glass with curiosity, swirling it slightly before bringing it to her lips.