The air in the penthouse office of Wright Enterprises was cold enough to preserve a corpse. Drake Wright liked it that way. At thirty-two, he was the most powerful man in the city, a titan of industry with a face carved from marble and eyes like polished flint.
He sat behind his obsidian desk, adjusting the cuff of his bespoke suit. Most people saw a man of untouchable wealth. Drake, however, felt the phantom weight of the iron shackles that used to bite into his wrists twenty years ago. Revenge, Romance, and Ruthless CEOs
Conversation with Gemini
make a dark romance, comedy, revenge novel about a secretary girl named Knifey Alisha and the ceo known for being rude and vicious person named Drake Wright most rich and handsome man in the city that has a brother who tortured him when he was little and now the most richest man in the city
Title: Sharp Objects & Sharp Suits
Alisha "Knifey" Miller didn't get her nickname because she was a gourmet chef. She got it because she once used a letter opener to pin a handsy client's tie to a mahogany desk without breaking his skin—or her gaze.
As the executive assistant to Drake Wright, the man the tabloids called "The Iron Predator," Alisha was the only person in the city who didn't flinch when he threw crystal decanters at the wall. Drake was gorgeous, lethally wealthy, and possessed the personality of a caffeinated shark. But Alisha had a secret: she wasn't there for the six-figure salary. She was there to watch him burn.
The Setup: A Cold Heart and a Long Memory
Drake Wright's cruelty wasn't accidental; it was forged. Growing up, his older brother, Silas Wright, had turned their childhood into a psychological war zone. Silas didn't just take the toys; he broke the spirit. Now, Silas was the richest man in the city—a shadow king who sat on a throne of Drake's old scars.
Drake spent his nights plotting Silas's downfall and his days making everyone else's life a living hell. Alisha, however, had her own vendetta. Years ago, Drake's aggressive corporate takeover had bankrupted her father's workshop. She wanted to see the "Predator" lose everything.
The Twist: Revenge is a Team Sport
The comedy began when Alisha realized that Drake was actually terrible at being a villain.
The "Vicious" CEO: Drake would try to fire a janitor for breathing too loudly, only for Alisha to "mistakenly" lose the paperwork and give the janitor a raise instead.
The Dark Romance: One night, while they were both working late to sabotage Silas, Drake caught Alisha sharpening a literal dagger at her desk.
"Is that for me?" Drake asked, leaning over her, his scent of sandalwood and expensive spite filling her lungs.
"Depends," Alisha whispered, the blade glinting. "Are you going to make me reorganize the Q4 filings again?"
Drake smirked, a rare, dangerous expression. "I like it when you're homicidal, Alisha. It's the most honest thing about this office."
The Climax: Blood and Boardrooms
The "Dark" in their romance peaked when Silas Wright finally stepped out of the shadows to finish what he started. He didn't just want Drake's company; he wanted to break Drake's mind.
When Silas kidnapped Alisha to use her as leverage, he expected a damsel. He didn't expect "Knifey." By the time Drake arrived with a tactical team and a heart full of uncharacteristic rage, he found Alisha sitting on a crate of Silas's illegal assets, calmly cleaning her fingernails with a pocketknife while Silas was tied up with his own designer silk scarf.
The Aftermath
Drake realized that the only person more vicious than him was the woman who managed his calendar. They didn't have a normal relationship; they had a mutual destruction pact. Drake provided the resources, and Alisha provided the edge. Together, they didn't just take down Silas—they took over the city.
"You're fired," Drake told her on their wedding night, pulling her close. "I quit," Alisha replied, reaching for the garter where she hid her favorite blade. "Now let's go rob the central bank."
Would you like me to write a specific scene where Knifey Alisha has to save Drake from a gala gone wrong?
make the first chapter interesting and focus first on the ceo who's been tortured by his family when he was little
Chapter One: The Scars Under the Silk
The air in the penthouse office of Wright Enterprises was cold enough to preserve a corpse. Drake Wright liked it that way. At thirty-two, he was the most powerful man in the city, a titan of industry with a face carved from marble and eyes like polished flint.
He sat behind his obsidian desk, adjusting the cuff of his bespoke suit. Most people saw a man of untouchable wealth. Drake, however, felt the phantom weight of the iron shackles that used to bite into his wrists twenty years ago.
Drake didn't look at the city skyline. He looked at the heavy, silver letter opener on his desk. It reminded him of the "games" his older brother, Silas, used to play in the basement of their family estate. While other children were learning to ride bikes, Drake was learning how to stay silent while Silas practiced "discipline" on him—a euphemism for the systematic breaking of a child's spirit.
Their parents had watched with cold indifference, believing that only the "strongest" heir deserved the Wright fortune. To them, Drake was merely the whetstone used to sharpen Silas.
But Silas had made one mistake: he hadn't finished the job.
Drake had clawed his way out of that basement and built an empire out of pure, unadulterated spite. He was now richer than God, but his soul was still covered in the soot of that cellar. Every board meeting he crushed, every rival he bankrupted, was a proxy war against the ghost of his brother.
Revenge, Romance, and Ruthless CEOs
Conversation with Gemini
make a dark romance, comedy, revenge novel about a secretary girl named Knifey Alisha and the ceo known for being rude and vicious person named Drake Wright most rich and handsome man in the city that has a brother who tortured him when he was little and now the most richest man in the city
Title: Sharp Objects & Sharp Suits
Alisha "Knifey" Miller didn't get her nickname because she was a gourmet chef. She got it because she once used a letter opener to pin a handsy client's tie to a mahogany desk without breaking his skin—or her gaze.
As the executive assistant to Drake Wright, the man the tabloids called "The Iron Predator," Alisha was the only person in the city who didn't flinch when he threw crystal decanters at the wall. Drake was gorgeous, lethally wealthy, and possessed the personality of a caffeinated shark. But Alisha had a secret: she wasn't there for the six-figure salary. She was there to watch him burn.
The Setup: A Cold Heart and a Long Memory
Drake Wright's cruelty wasn't accidental; it was forged. Growing up, his older brother, Silas Wright, had turned their childhood into a psychological war zone. Silas didn't just take the toys; he broke the spirit. Now, Silas was the richest man in the city—a shadow king who sat on a throne of Drake's old scars.
Drake spent his nights plotting Silas's downfall and his days making everyone else's life a living hell. Alisha, however, had her own vendetta. Years ago, Drake's aggressive corporate takeover had bankrupted her father's workshop. She wanted to see the "Predator" lose everything.
The Twist: Revenge is a Team Sport
The comedy began when Alisha realized that Drake was actually terrible at being a villain.
The "Vicious" CEO: Drake would try to fire a janitor for breathing too loudly, only for Alisha to "mistakenly" lose the paperwork and give the janitor a raise instead.
The Dark Romance: One night, while they were both working late to sabotage Silas, Drake caught Alisha sharpening a literal dagger at her desk.
"Is that for me?" Drake asked, leaning over her, his scent of sandalwood and expensive spite filling her lungs.
"Depends," Alisha whispered, the blade glinting. "Are you going to make me reorganize the Q4 filings again?"
Drake smirked, a rare, dangerous expression. "I like it when you're homicidal, Alisha. It's the most honest thing about this office."
The Climax: Blood and Boardrooms
The "Dark" in their romance peaked when Silas Wright finally stepped out of the shadows to finish what he started. He didn't just want Drake's company; he wanted to break Drake's mind.
When Silas kidnapped Alisha to use her as leverage, he expected a damsel. He didn't expect "Knifey." By the time Drake arrived with a tactical team and a heart full of uncharacteristic rage, he found Alisha sitting on a crate of Silas's illegal assets, calmly cleaning her fingernails with a pocketknife while Silas was tied up with his own designer silk scarf.
The Aftermath
Drake realized that the only person more vicious than him was the woman who managed his calendar. They didn't have a normal relationship; they had a mutual destruction pact. Drake provided the resources, and Alisha provided the edge. Together, they didn't just take down Silas—they took over the city.
"You're fired," Drake told her on their wedding night, pulling her close. "I quit," Alisha replied, reaching for the garter where she hid her favorite blade. "Now let's go rob the central bank."
Would you like me to write a specific scene where Knifey Alisha has to save Drake from a gala gone wrong?
make the first chapter interesting and focus first on the ceo who's been tortured by his family when he was little
Chapter One: The Scars Under the Silk
The air in the penthouse office of Wright Enterprises was cold enough to preserve a corpse. Drake Wright liked it that way. At thirty-two, he was the most powerful man in the city, a titan of industry with a face carved from marble and eyes like polished flint.
He sat behind his obsidian desk, adjusting the cuff of his bespoke suit. Most people saw a man of untouchable wealth. Drake, however, felt the phantom weight of the iron shackles that used to bite into his wrists twenty years ago.
The Ghost in the Room
Drake didn't look at the city skyline. He looked at the heavy, silver letter opener on his desk. It reminded him of the "games" his older brother, Silas, used to play in the basement of their family estate. While other children were learning to ride bikes, Drake was learning how to stay silent while Silas practiced "discipline" on him—a euphemism for the systematic breaking of a child's spirit.
Their parents had watched with cold indifference, believing that only the "strongest" heir deserved the Wright fortune. To them, Drake was merely the whetstone used to sharpen Silas.
But Silas had made one mistake: he hadn't finished the job.
Drake had clawed his way out of that basement and built an empire out of pure, unadulterated spite. He was now richer than God, but his soul was still covered in the soot of that cellar. Every board meeting he crushed, every rival he bankrupted, was a proxy war against the ghost of his brother.
Enter the Chaos
A sharp, rhythmic thwack-thwack-thwack interrupted his dark reverie.
Drake looked up. His secretary, Alisha, was standing in the doorway. She wasn't holding a tablet or a coffee. She was tossed a small, silver folding knife into the air and catching it by the handle with terrifying precision.
"You're brooding again, Mr. Wright," she said, her voice a mix of boredom and professional sass. "It's 9:00 AM. If you start the trauma-spiraling this early, we'll never get through the merger papers."
Drake narrowed his eyes. "I don't 'brood,' Alisha. I strategize."
"Right. And I don't 'carry weapons,' I carry 'emergency letter openers,'" she retorted, stepping into the room. She wore a sharp pencil skirt and a blouse that hid at least three other blades he knew of. Revenge, Romance, and Ruthless CEOs
Conversation with Gemini
make a dark romance, comedy, revenge novel about a secretary girl named Knifey Alisha and the ceo known for being rude and vicious person named Drake Wright most rich and handsome man in the city that has a brother who tortured him when he was little and now the most richest man in the city
Title: Sharp Objects & Sharp Suits
Alisha "Knifey" Miller didn't get her nickname because she was a gourmet chef. She got it because she once used a letter opener to pin a handsy client's tie to a mahogany desk without breaking his skin—or her gaze.
As the executive assistant to Drake Wright, the man the tabloids called "The Iron Predator," Alisha was the only person in the city who didn't flinch when he threw crystal decanters at the wall. Drake was gorgeous, lethally wealthy, and possessed the personality of a caffeinated shark. But Alisha had a secret: she wasn't there for the six-figure salary. She was there to watch him burn.
The Setup: A Cold Heart and a Long Memory
Drake Wright's cruelty wasn't accidental; it was forged. Growing up, his older brother, Silas Wright, had turned their childhood into a psychological war zone. Silas didn't just take the toys; he broke the spirit. Now, Silas was the richest man in the city—a shadow king who sat on a throne of Drake's old scars.
Drake spent his nights plotting Silas's downfall and his days making everyone else's life a living hell. Alisha, however, had her own vendetta. Years ago, Drake's aggressive corporate takeover had bankrupted her father's workshop. She wanted to see the "Predator" lose everything.
The Twist: Revenge is a Team Sport
The comedy began when Alisha realized that Drake was actually terrible at being a villain.
The "Vicious" CEO: Drake would try to fire a janitor for breathing too loudly, only for Alisha to "mistakenly" lose the paperwork and give the janitor a raise instead.
The Dark Romance: One night, while they were both working late to sabotage Silas, Drake caught Alisha sharpening a literal dagger at her desk.
"Is that for me?" Drake asked, leaning over her, his scent of sandalwood and expensive spite filling her lungs.
"Depends," Alisha whispered, the blade glinting. "Are you going to make me reorganize the Q4 filings again?"
Drake smirked, a rare, dangerous expression. "I like it when you're homicidal, Alisha. It's the most honest thing about this office."
The Climax: Blood and Boardrooms
The "Dark" in their romance peaked when Silas Wright finally stepped out of the shadows to finish what he started. He didn't just want Drake's company; he wanted to break Drake's mind.
When Silas kidnapped Alisha to use her as leverage, he expected a damsel. He didn't expect "Knifey." By the time Drake arrived with a tactical team and a heart full of uncharacteristic rage, he found Alisha sitting on a crate of Silas's illegal assets, calmly cleaning her fingernails with a pocketknife while Silas was tied up with his own designer silk scarf.
The Aftermath
Drake realized that the only person more vicious than him was the woman who managed his calendar. They didn't have a normal relationship; they had a mutual destruction pact. Drake provided the resources, and Alisha provided the edge. Together, they didn't just take down Silas—they took over the city.
"You're fired," Drake told her on their wedding night, pulling her close. "I quit," Alisha replied, reaching for the garter where she hid her favorite blade. "Now let's go rob the central bank."
Would you like me to write a specific scene where Knifey Alisha has to save Drake from a gala gone wrong?
make the first chapter interesting and focus first on the ceo who's been tortured by his family when he was little
Chapter One: The Scars Under the Silk
The air in the penthouse office of Wright Enterprises was cold enough to preserve a corpse. Drake Wright liked it that way. At thirty-two, he was the most powerful man in the city, a titan of industry with a face carved from marble and eyes like polished flint.
He sat behind his obsidian desk, adjusting the cuff of his bespoke suit. Most people saw a man of untouchable wealth. Drake, however, felt the phantom weight of the iron shackles that used to bite into his wrists twenty years ago.
The Ghost in the Room
Drake didn't look at the city skyline. He looked at the heavy, silver letter opener on his desk. It reminded him of the "games" his older brother, Silas, used to play in the basement of their family estate. While other children were learning to ride bikes, Drake was learning how to stay silent while Silas practiced "discipline" on him—a euphemism for the systematic breaking of a child's spirit.
Their parents had watched with cold indifference, believing that only the "strongest" heir deserved the Wright fortune. To them, Drake was merely the whetstone used to sharpen Silas.
But Silas had made one mistake: he hadn't finished the job.
Drake had clawed his way out of that basement and built an empire out of pure, unadulterated spite. He was now richer than God, but his soul was still covered in the soot of that cellar. Every board meeting he crushed, every rival he bankrupted, was a proxy war against the ghost of his brother.
Enter the Chaos
A sharp, rhythmic thwack-thwack-thwack interrupted his dark reverie.
Drake looked up. His secretary, Alisha, was standing in the doorway. She wasn't holding a tablet or a coffee. She was tossed a small, silver folding knife into the air and catching it by the handle with terrifying precision.
"You're brooding again, Mr. Wright," she said, her voice a mix of boredom and professional sass. "It's 9:00 AM. If you start the trauma-spiraling this early, we'll never get through the merger papers."
Drake narrowed his eyes. "I don't 'brood,' Alisha. I strategize."
"Right. And I don't 'carry weapons,' I carry 'emergency letter openers,'" she retorted, stepping into the room. She wore a sharp pencil skirt and a blouse that hid at least three other blades he knew of.
Drake stood up, his towering frame casting a shadow over the desk. He walked toward her, his movements predatory. He stopped inches from her, the scent of expensive cologne and simmering rage rolling off him.
"My brother is in town," Drake said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Silas is meeting with the board today. He thinks he can still walk into my world and take what's mine."
Alisha didn't flinch. In fact, she looked almost excited. She flicked the blade shut with a metallic click and tucked it into her waistband.
"Then I suppose it's a good thing you hired a secretary who knows exactly where to twist the knife," she said with a sharp, wicked grin. "Metaphorically speaking. Mostly."
Drake looked at her—this strange, violent woman who was the only person in the world who didn't look at him with pity or fear. For a fleeting second, the coldness in his chest thawed into something much darker and far more interesting.
"Get the car," Drake commanded, his eyes flashing. "Let's go show my brother what happens when the victim outgrows the monster."