Cognac Villain Novels & Stories

There was something predatory in the way he moved through my room, briefly inspecting the books on my shelf, the view from the window, before finally turning his attention to me. "I brought something to celebrate," he said, pulling a bottle of red wine from inside his jacket. There was no label, of course. "Special production. I thought you'd appreciate the irony." I took the bottle, immediately recognizing the vintage by its color and viscosity. It was Kensington. Or at least, it was supposed to be. "A dangerous celebration, don't you think?" I asked, pouring two glasses I kept in my room specifically for occasions like this. "This one's from the clean batches," he replied. "Wouldn't be muc

“Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.” “Meaning?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “She has secrets, Victor. Everyone does. And I’ll drag them into the light until she drowns in them.” Victor’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Dangerous move. But fitting for the villain you claim to be.” I ignored his mockery and picked up the glass again, the whiskey swirling like my rage. “Villains win because they’re willing to do what heroes won’t.” “Or because they don’t know when to stop,” Victor countered.

It was as though the gentle Marken had died, and something far more dangerous had been reborn in his place. “Fine,” the alter ego muttered under his breath, swirling the wine in his glass, the ruby liquid glinting like venom under the light. “If Marken wants chaos, then I’ll give him chaos. I’ll bring the entire Vanderbilt empire—and all of New York—down with me.” He reached into his coat and pulled out an aged, cream-colored document—the will of Cornelius Vanderbilt. He laid it flat on the table, tapping a finger lightly against it with smug satisfaction.

Each step felt like walking toward my own execution, but I kept my expression serene, pleasant, the picture of a dutiful wife eager to please her husband. His chambers were obscenely opulent—all dark wood and rich fabrics, tapestries worth more than most people would earn in a lifetime, a bed large enough to sleep six people. The scent of expensive incense hung in the air, mixed with something else. Something that smelled like power and cruelty. “Wait here,” Aldric commanded, disappearing behind a screen to undress. I used the moment to scan the room, my eyes searching every corner, every surface. Where would he keep something that important? Where would—

"About the liquor, keep it zipped. We only sell the real thing here. Cross me, and you'll regret it. Got it?" The staff nodded all at once, murmuring, "Got it." Everyone at the shop knew the secret about the Louis XIII cognac being refilled with something else. Nobody dared to talk about it, though. They all just pretended not to notice because the bosses were wealthy, and as long as the drink tasted okay, it was all good. Next door, Tanner and his friends were sipping on Louis XIII and could not stop talking about how great it was. "It's definitely worth six thousand dollars a bottle. It tastes so unique, it's amazing!"

………………………… With a wide smile, Lena strolled over to the bar. Her steps were light.....almost playful with a dangerous kind of happiness radiating off her. She reached out and ran her fingers across the collection of expensive wines, her nails lightly tapping the bottles as she searched. Then her hand paused. A dark crimson label caught her eye: “La Vengeance Noire.” She smirked. Perfect. Gently, she uncorked the bottle, the faint pop echoing in the quiet room. With the same grin still painted on her lips, she poured the wine slowly into a crystal glass, watching the rich red swirl inside.

I left out the part where Carlos caught me and the way Luciano had looked at me afterward, like he already knew I was lying and was simply choosing when to use it. Hugh was silent for a long time after I finished. “You’re sure it was her?” “I’m sure.” “And the third man?” “I’ve never seen him before in my life.” I heard him exhale. “Send me the photo. Carefully. No cloud, nothing that can be traced back to the mansion. Use the old method.” “I will.” Another pause. Longer this time. “Vincent… this is getting dangerous. You’re in Luciano Volkov’s house, digging through his private files about your mother. Do you understand what that looks like from his side?”

The second floor was VIP with private booths, bottle service, and clientele who dropped thousands without a second thought. The third floor was invitation-only. And that's where he was working tonight. "Table seven needs another bottle of the Armand de Brignac," his manager, Alessandro, with a thick Italian accent, snapped his fingers in Cedric's direction. "And smile, tesoro. You look like you're at a funeral." Cedric grabbed the bottle. Fifteen thousand dollars, the price tag had said, for champagne that probably tasted like every other champagne. He rolled his eyes and made his way through the crowd, ignoring the suggestive looks and cat calls from the people he passed.

Politicians, heirs, actresses, and businessmen blending together beneath luxury and fake smiles. A beautiful cage. Her chest tightened slightly. Because she remembered dying here. Not physically. Emotionally. This was where the story first decided she was the villain. “Elena.” Her spine stiffened immediately. That voice. Low. Controlled. Cold enough to freeze the room around it. Cassian Arden. He stood near the staircase dressed entirely in black, one hand tucked into his pocket while nobles circled him carefully like satellites around a dangerous planet. Beautiful. Untouchable.

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]