Flash Marriage to the Tycoon, I'm Spoiled Rotten

When Elena Harvey opened her eyes in a hotel suite, the very first thing that met her eyes was the man stretched out beside her. He was absurdly hot.

A look of embarrassment crossed her face, mixed with something much harder to name.

At the gathering the night before, she had only taken a few sips before sensing that something was terribly off. She had gotten away as quickly as she could, light-headed and losing strength with each step, until she somehow ended up on one of the guest-room levels. One of the doors had been left a crack open, and in her muddled state, she had stumbled inside.

A tall, striking man had come into view.

"Leave."

Those were the first words he had said to her-icy, curt, and clearly laced with anger.

But then, she had felt far too terrible to think clearly about anything. The only thing that had stayed with her was how striking he was-and how, despite the frost in him, she had still been unable to resist drifting closer, wanting to lean into him...

Elena drew her brows together and forced the memory to stop before it went any further.

The man at her side stirred all at once. Her heart gave a violent jolt. She yanked herself back to the moment and fixed her gaze on his beautifully chiseled face, a thread of unease passing over her features.

Several seconds slipped by. Luckily, he stayed asleep.

Only then did she release a soft breath of relief. As carefully as possible, she eased herself out from beneath the blanket, rose from the bed, and ignored the ache running through her body as she hurriedly collected the clothes lying all over the floor.

She had to admit, slipping off without a word after a night together wasn't quite fair.

After getting dressed, Elena remained beside the bed and looked at the man still sleeping there. He truly was outrageously hot. She had seen many good-looking men in her life, but never one who had struck her so sharply at first sight.

There was only one issue-he hadn't been gentle in bed.

A few broken fragments from the night before suddenly flickered through her mind. Warmth rushed straight to her face, and she shut the thought down at once.

After hesitating briefly, she pulled a check from her bag and laid it softly on the bedside table. Then, still feeling as though that was not enough, she found a pen, wrote a short note, and placed it next to the check.

Only after that did she turn and walk away.

The moment she stepped into the elevator, her phone started ringing. She pulled it out and answered. "Hello."

"Uh... what happened to you?" the woman on the other end asked right away, sharp as ever. "Why do you sound utterly drained early in the morning?"

Elena cleared her throat softly and lowered her voice. "I didn't sleep well last night."

"You didn't sleep well? Why?"

"It's nothing." Elena rubbed the bridge of her nose, obviously not wanting to linger on that topic. "Why are you even calling me now?"

"Oh, right. Henry Watson's men showed up at the gallery again. They said they were willing to pay ten times your painting's listed value. Are you planning to think it over again?"

Elena gave no reply right away.

As though terrified she would reject it, the woman quickly kept going. "Sweetheart, do you have any idea who Henry Watson is? He's the one in charge of Genesis Group. That man has power, a vicious streak, and the kind of reputation no one dares challenge. The moment his people walked in, I could tell-he wanted that painting badly. I already turned him down once. If I say no again... I really think my life might be in danger."

People said Henry had taken hold of his family at sixteen and forced the family's internal feud into submission. By the age of eighteen, he was already the true power controlling Genesis from behind the scenes. Now, at only twenty-six, he had driven the company's market value up several times over. His ascent had been so rapid and ruthless that it had turned him into an almost legendary figure in the business world.

No one outside the people closest to him knew what he really looked like, yet the stories surrounding him had never once died down.

After thinking for a brief moment, Elena said yes. "Fine, let him have it."

That painting had been prepared in the first place as a present for the Barnes family. There was no point in that now.

That family had always looked down on her for being ordinary. They'd never meant to keep their promise to her father, either. And Elena? She had no interest in marrying some spoiled rich kid from that family.

The woman on the other end breathed out deeply in relief, her excitement nearly spilling over. "Perfect. Once the sale is completed, I'll send the money over to you."

"You don't need to ask for ten times the price," Elena said. "The original amount is enough."

The woman let out a laugh. "I know. Even if he really was willing to pay that much, I still wouldn't be brave enough to accept it."

Because it was Saturday, Elena's roommates were all gone.

The instant she returned to her dorm at Bramville University, she hurried into the bathroom. She kept her eyes nearly closed through most of the shower, refusing to examine her body too carefully.

Once dressed, she sat down at her desk and quickly broke into the hotel's surveillance system.

As it turned out, the camera inside the private room where the party had taken place had failed the night before and captured nothing whatsoever.

Elena never trusted coincidences that fell into place so cleanly. After reflecting for a moment, her delicate fingers returned to the keyboard. A few minutes later, she stilled. Her gaze, pinned to the screen, went ice-cold.

So the one pulling the strings was exactly who she'd thought it was.

After a short pause, Elena brought up the surveillance from the hotel corridor outside the guest rooms. As she watched herself enter a suite, her brows drew together faintly, but she left the recording intact. The check she had left carried her signature. Deleting the video now would only make the matter look even more suspicious.

She wasn't trying to avoid what had happened. She had only bolted because the entire situation had been painfully embarrassing. If that man was displeased with how she had dealt with it, they could discuss it.

Even so, she hoped he would take the check and leave the matter buried.

Back in the hotel suite, Henry stood beside the bed, looking down at the note in his hand, his eyes impossible to read.

"I'm sorry. I was set up last night. Thank you for helping me. Here's a check. Let's pretend none of this happened."

His face turned frigid. He clenched the note in his fist, then looked at the check, his expression growing even darker.

If the toxin in his body hadn't surged so abruptly and stripped away his self-control, he would never have ended up sleeping with that woman.

She had slept with him, then left as though it meant absolutely nothing-and to make it worse, she had actually dared to leave him a check, as if he were someone she could toss money at and dismiss. The nerve.

He hurled the crushed note aside. As he reached for his phone to call his assistant, his eyes landed on a streak of blood on the bedsheet.

An hour later, Henry's assistant, Ashton Campbell, walked up to him with obvious care. "We've located her."

Henry sat on the sofa with his eyes shut, his striking features hard as carved stone. Even without saying a word, he carried the sort of crushing authority that made people lower their voices without thinking. "Speak."

"Her name is Elena Watson. She's twenty years old, a junior in the computer science department at Bramville University. Top grades. Not well-off. Her father is dead, and her mother remarried. She's living alone in Bramville for college now, and she attended last night's gathering with her classmates."

Ashton hesitated, then went on, "Going by the surveillance footage, she really was out of it at the time. Your door hadn't fully shut, and she wandered in by mistake."

"Not well-off?" Henry opened his eyes at once, doubt flashing through them. "Then what's with the check?"

A seven-figure check was nothing in his eyes, but for an ordinary college student, it was hardly a trivial sum.

"There's a story going around the campus," Ashton said cautiously. "Apparently, her father once did a wealthy family a favor. Before he passed away, he placed his daughter in their care and hoped she would marry into that family. They turned it down, but it seems they gave her a sum of money instead."

Henry turned his gaze to the check on the coffee table, his eyes narrowing a fraction. His face gave away nothing, making it impossible to guess what was on his mind.

Ashton looked at the check. For a man like Henry Watson, that amount was practically pocket change. After spending the night with him, she still had the audacity to slight him like this. She was done for.

"Mr. Watson, should I go to that university and bring her here?"

After a short silence, Henry said, "Not at the school. Bring her to Hartwell Mansion."

"Yes, sir." Then Ashton recalled something else. "Also, sir, the gallery owner agreed to sell Drift's painting. Would you like it delivered to Hartwell or the family estate?"

The mention of the painting he had wanted eased Henry's expression a little. "Send it to the Hartwell. Go in person. Have it framed and put up in the sitting room."

Ashton gave a nod. "Understood. I'll take care of it immediately."

Once the clock passed five, Elena shut her laptop. She pulled out the flash drive. She stepped outside.

Her destination was Enclave Club, a place close to Bramville University. It only took a little over ten minutes to reach on foot.

Halfway there, a strange feeling crept up on her. Someone was tailing her. She stopped and turned, and two men dressed in black came into view behind her.

One of them leaned closer and murmured, "That's her. Move."

A cold look settled in Elena's eyes. The street was crowded, and cars kept rolling past. She didn't want trouble out in the open, so she picked up her pace. Then without warning, she changed direction and slipped into a narrow alley nearby.

The two men rushed in after her. When they reached the alley, they froze. It stretched ahead of them, long and empty, with no trace of her anywhere.

They halted where they stood, their faces stiff with disbelief.

"Where did she even go? How can she move that fast?"

"She got skills," the other said under his breath. "Now I get why they sent both of us. Let's check inside."

At first, they thought dealing with Elena would be simple. She looked like an ordinary college student. But then she disappeared-like magic, right in front of them.

That stung.

By then, Elena had already lost them. She circled out through another street and continued on her way to Enclave Club.

Still, things refused to go smoothly for her. Not long after she shook off the men who had been chasing her, she ran into the Barnes family right outside the club.

Sophia Barnes noticed her first, and her expression turned sharp right away. "Why are you here? Who told you you could show up?"

Both of them studied at Bramville University. They were in the same year, though they belonged to different departments. Sophia had never liked her.

After hearing that Elena might end up engaged to her brother, that dislike turned into open disgust. Luckily, her family had no plans to push it through. If they had, she wouldn't have been able to stand it.

The evening had been arranged to celebrate her birthday, and his family and friends had gathered to make it lively.

She hadn't thought she would run into Elena.

One by one, people shifted their attention toward Elena. The instant they recognized who it was, their expressions turned openly displeased.

Elena met Sophia's stare without a hint of hesitation. "Does this place belong to your family?"

Before Sophia could answer, her mother, Lise Barnes, approached. Without asking a single question, she spoke with firm certainty. "You really don't understand your position, do you? You even followed us here. Let me be clear, Elena. We already gave your family five hundred thousand before. That matter is settled. As for any engagement with my son, our family will never accept it. He won't marry someone like you! Just stop thinking about it."

In her mind, her son's future wife had to come from a proper background. Someone like Elena had never been part of that picture.

A faint, cold laugh slipped from Elena. "You're overthinking it. I have no interest in your son, especially with all the scandals tied to him."

Sophia crossed her arms and looked at her with a mocking smile. "If that's true, then why show up at my birthday?"

The club stood as one of the city's most exclusive places, known as a playground for the wealthy. Someone with Elena's background clearly didn't fit in a place like this. In Sophia's mind, there was only one reason she came.

With a slight sneer, she continued, "Even if you came for that, it won't help you. My brother isn't even in the country. You won't get the chance to throw yourself at him."

Another woman, dressed in elegant fashion, let out a soft laugh. "She either doesn't know her place, or she's just greedy. Five hundred thousand won't last forever. If she married into your family, everything would change for her. She live comfortably for life. Why would she ever give that up?"

Sophia laughed again, this time with open disdain. "We would never accept someone like that."

Richard Barnes, Sophia's father, looked at Elena, a shadow crossing his face. The sight of her irritated him. After everything that had happened before, he didn't expect her to still appear in front of them.

He turned toward his father, Walter Barnes, and spoke in a steady tone. "Dad, you should go inside. I'll deal with this."

Today was meant to celebrate his daughter. If things turned messy here, it would be their family who ended up embarrassed.

Walter gave no reply at first. He moved closer instead, stopping right in front of Elena. "Elena, your father once helped me when I needed it. Because of that, I agreed to that arrangement so he could rest without worries. Still, there's something you need to understand."

His voice stayed calm, though the chill in it was clear. "You don't suit my grandson. Even so, our family won't leave you without support. If something happens to you later on, you can come to us. I'll make sure it's handled."

Then his tone dropped lower. "But if you stir up trouble here and make us look bad, don't expect it to go well for you."

A surge of disgust hit Elena. Her eyes swept across them, sharp and unyielding. "Do you all struggle to understand what I'm saying, or do you just ignore anything you don't like? I already told you I came to end that engagement the last time. And running into you here wasn't planned. I don't care about any of you."

Years ago, her father had reached an agreement with Walter: once she turned twenty, she would marry his eldest grandson.

She understood what her father wanted. He hoped she'd have someone to depend on. Even so, she never wanted marriage, and she didn't need protection from the Barnes family. That was why she kept her distance from them after arriving in Bramville.

Now that she had turned twenty, she went to their residence a week ago for one reason-she planned to end the engagement. Somehow, they took it the wrong way and assumed she came to claim it. Not only did they refuse to meet her, but they didn't even allow her past the entrance. They even had a housekeeper step in to mock her.

That encounter showed her exactly what kind of people they were.

As for the five hundred thousand they kept bringing up, she had never received any of it, and she had no interest in it anyway.

Her words caused every face there to darken.

No one believed her. To them, she was only trying to save face after being rejected.

Richard let out a cold scoff. "You'd better mean that. If you act properly, I can make sure you stay in Bramville. If you don't, then don't expect me to hold back."

Walter's patience finally wore thin. "That's enough. Let's go inside."

Elena had no reason to stay any longer. Without another word, she turned away and walked toward the club.

Sophia rushed forward the moment she saw Elena continue toward the entrance. "Hold it right there. You're still planning to go inside? Take a look at yourself first. Do you really think you belong here?"

Elena turned her head slightly and glanced at her. Her voice came out cold and sharp. "Get out of my way."

Sophia opened her mouth, ready to fire back, but someone approached before she could speak.

"Miss Harvey," he said, his tone respectful. "We've been waiting for you."

Elena's eyes shifted to him. "Mr. Wells, sorry to keep you waiting."

With a polite smile, Jaycob Wells motioned toward the interior. "Everything's ready. Please come in."

"Alright."

Sophia stood frozen, unable to react for a moment. The manager himself had come out to greet Elena!

Around her, her family and friends exchanged looks. Shock crept across their faces.

Enclave wasn't just any place. Its connections ran deep, and even its manager held a position that most people wouldn't dare underestimate.

The Barnes family didn't carry enough influence to receive that kind of attention. Yet somehow, Elena did.

Color drained from Sophia's face, then returned in a rush of anger. "What the hell is going on?"

One of her friends quickly spoke up. "She's probably working here. I heard she got an internship recently. Maybe she needs the money."

Lise stepped closer to her daughter and placed a hand on her arm. "Forget about her. It's your birthday. Don't waste your time on someone insignificant."

In her eyes, Elena was nothing more than an orphan with no support. Someone like that only showed up in places like this for work, or to get close to rich men. Either way, she had nothing but contempt for it.

Still, Sophia couldn't let it go. She wrapped her arm around her mother's and spoke with clear irritation. "Mom, can't you have her removed from the university? I'm tired of running into her."

"Her father once pulled your grandfather back from the brink. We can't push things too far," Lise said. "Just pretend she doesn't exist. Someone like her isn't worth your time."

Sophia let out a quiet breath. "Still, a lot of wealthy guys at school seem drawn to her. What if she actually snags one of those heirs as her boyfriend?"

"Impossible!" Lise said, her tone sharp with disdain. "With a background like hers, even being kept around for a few days by a rich man would already be more than she should expect."

Sophia fell silent, her lips pressed tight. The bitterness in her chest didn't ease. No matter what it took, she would see Elena gone from Bramville for good.

Inside one of the club's VIP rooms, Henry leaned into the sofa, his posture relaxed yet distant. His eyes held no warmth, and his thoughts were clearly somewhere else.

The two men seated across from him were talking, but he didn't give them a single glance.

Then Ashton stepped in, his face set with tension. He moved straight to Henry, leaning closer as he spoke in a low voice. "She got away. We couldn't catch her."

Henry's expression hardened in an instant. He shifted his gaze toward him. "Say that again."

Ashton stiffened. "That's on me. The men I sent said she moved fast. She slipped past them before they could react. To shake off two trained bodyguards that easily-she's got skills."

Henry spoke in a low, steady tone with a sharp edge. "So she got skills, or your men messed up?"

Ashton didn't know what to say. The two men he had assigned were former mercenaries now working as bodyguards. Even he hadn't expected them to lose track of a college girl.

"Did you review the surveillance nearby?" Henry asked.

"I did," Ashton said. "She never appeared on any of it. She avoided every camera on purpose."

She had shaken off trained guards and stayed out of sight of every camera? A deeper look settled in Henry's eyes. Then a faint smile touched his lips. So the top student from Bramville University's computer science department had more to her than expected.

Jaycob led Elena straight to a private room and pushed the door open. "You can head in."

"I appreciate it," Elena said, stepping past him.

Jaycob followed behind her and announced, "Sir, Miss Harvey has arrived."

From the sofa, Samuel Owen turned at once and rose to his feet. "Elena, glad you made it."

As the future successor of Enclave Club, Samuel had yet to take full control. For now, he focused on running his own tech company.

At work, he was all business-sharp, efficient. Outside of it, he softened. There was a quiet elegance to the way he carried himself.

Their connection had come through Professor James Burton. Samuel respected Elena's skill and had already offered her a place as a partner in his company. Her expertise would serve as her share, and she would have full control over her schedule. Even so, she hadn't made it official yet.

Not far from them, the others in the room turned their attention toward Elena as well.

Under the glow of the crystal lights, her figure stood out in a way that felt almost unreal. Her hair flowed smoothly down her back, her skin caught the light with a soft glow, and her features carried a quiet elegance that drew every eye in the room.

"Mr. Owen," Elena started, offering a small smile.

By chance, her gaze met Henry's. The expression on her face stalled.

It was him-the man from last night!

Why was he here? And what was his connection to Samuel?

For a brief second, Ashton showed a flicker of surprise before lowering his voice. "That's her."

From the moment she stepped inside, Henry had already placed her. His eyes stayed on her, steady and unreadable, giving nothing away.

Without letting anything show, Elena moved toward Samuel and placed the flash drive into his hand. "Everything's been restored. You can check it."

Relief crossed Samuel's face as he took it. "Thanks. I owe you for this."

"It wasn't a big deal."

Leaning back on the sofa, Evan Stewart watched her with clear interest, a hint of amusement in his gaze. "Samuel, care to introduce your guest?"

"Elena Harvey. She's studying computer science at Bramville University," Samuel said. "I'm planning to bring her into the company as an engineer." He turned slightly. "Elena, meet Evan Stewart from Aura Jewels, and Henry Watson, who runs Genesis Group."

Both names carried weight across the city. Anyone who paid attention knew exactly who they were.

A jolt ran through Elena.

So he was Henry Watson! The man from last night, the one she had spent the night with, the same man she had handed a check to, was the wealthiest man in town.

That meant the two men who tried to grab her earlier had been working for him.

Of all the ways things could turn out, she had ended up walking straight into his circle.

When their eyes met again, something in his gaze made her uneasy, though nothing showed on her face. She kept her tone steady as she greeted Evan and Henry.

Evan greeted her with a relaxed smile.

Silence lingered for a moment before Henry spoke, his voice even. "We meet again."

He didn't stress the words, but the meaning was clear.

Samuel glanced between them, curiosity showing. "You've met her before, Henry?"

Elena stepped in before Henry could respond. "We only ran into each other once, and I didn't know who he was back then."

Realization settled on Samuel's face. "Got it."

Henry didn't add anything, and Elena slowly released the breath she had been holding.

From the side, Evan watched the exchange closely, his eyes shifting between them. Something didn't add up. He had never seen Henry strike up a conversation with a woman he barely knew. That alone caught his attention.

A faint grin formed as he leaned forward. "Miss Harvey, can I get you a drink?"

A faint smile appeared on Elena's lips. "I'll pass. I don't drink."

She had already made up her mind. Alcohol wasn't something she would touch again.

Henry's voice cut in, calm and distant. "You don't drink?"

The night before told a different story. She had walked into his room smelling of alcohol, yet now she stood there, acting as if she didn't drink.

Elena didn't react. "I can't. I'm allergic."

"You don't look too good. Are you feeling unwell?" Concern showed in Samuel's eyes as he looked at her.

Elena gave a small cough and shook her head. "I'm fine. I just walked a bit too fast getting here."

Henry's gaze lingered on her, cool and unreadable. She had managed to shake off two trained bodyguards, yet she still ended up right in front of him. This time, he wasn't letting her slip away.

"Don't just stand there," Samuel said. "Sit down for a while."

Elena had no intention of staying. "It's alright. I've already handed over the drive. I should head back to campus."

"Then send me a message once you get there," Samuel said. "I want to know you made it back safely."

"Okay."

Elena's eyes swept briefly over Henry and Evan. She gave them a small nod before turning and walking out.

Evan watched her leave, the corner of his lips lifting. "Samuel, do you always look after your subordinates this closely, or is she an exception?"

A soft smile formed on Samuel's face. "You've got the wrong idea. I treat all my partners the same."

The meaning was obvious. He didn't see Elena as someone working under him.

Without warning, Henry stood up. "You two go ahead. I've got something to handle."

He didn't wait for a reply and walked out.

Ashton moved right after him.

Evan barely reacted, since he was used to it. Samuel, on the other hand, looked unsure, as if wondering whether he had done something wrong.

Noticing that, Evan waved it off. "That's just how he is. Don't take it personally. Come on, have a drink."

He poured a glass as he spoke.

Samuel looked away from the door and gave a polite nod. "Alright."

Only a few steps outside the room, Elena heard someone behind her.

"Miss Harvey, wait a moment," Ashton called out.

Elena stopped and turned. Two tall figures were heading straight toward her. From the moment she realized who Henry was, she already knew last night wouldn't end so easily.