Elena Damon Amber NovelAfter the ninety-ninth heartbreak my husband gave me, I walked away.

My husband told me to lick whipped cream off another mans thigh because his assistant refused.
She picked up a bottle and pressed it to her neck.
Damon, I wont do it. Make her go.
Damon looked at me. His voice did not pause.
You do it. Ill make it up to you later.
This was the ninety-seventh time he put her before me.
I did not refuse.
I owed him a life debt.
One last step, and it would be paid.
After that, we will be done.

"Well, well, looks like the supermodel agreed to lick it after all? Damon sure knows how to handle women!"

"What if she doesn't lick the cream? Are they really going to make Amber do it? She's Damon's true love!"

The mocking laughter around me was deafening, and I felt utterly humiliated standing there.

Amidst this nauseating display of arrogance, Damon crouched in front of Amber, carefully placing a band-aid on her neck. Then he turned to me with cold eyes:

"Elena, don't try anything clever. Amber's waiting for you to finish so we can continue the game."

Amber, Amber... He only cared about Amber, never once asking if I was willing.

He had completely forgotten that I was his wife.

He had also forgotten that just a few days ago, I had miscarried because of her, and I was barely able to stand here today.

Seeing me hesitate, someone suddenly pushed me:

"What are you standing there for? Go lick it! Don't tell me you're backing out now?"

I stumbled but managed to steady myself. When I looked at Damon again, his eyes were completely focused on Amber.

"96 times. This is the ninety-sixth time," I counted silently in my head as I stiffly walked towards the man with whipped cream on his leg, a notorious playboy in our circle.

Just as I bent down to kneel, the playboy suddenly grabbed my chin.

He looked at Amber and said, "Miss Amber, this isn't right. She lost to me three times. Licking once isn't enough."

"How about we play 'stuff the egg'? If you can persuade her to do it, I'll forget about the punishment."

Stuff the egg? What's that?!

An unnamed fear suddenly surged through me, and I quickly looked towards Damon.

But in the next second, Amber was already pleading with Damon, clinging to his arm and pouting:

"Damon, it's just a dare. Can't you let your sister-in-law agree just this once?"

Seeing Amber's small body trembling, Damon was left with nothing but pity. He looked at me intently:

"Elena, you were willing to lick the cream. So you wouldn't mind taking on another dare for Amber, right?"

"Yay! Thank you, Damon!" Amber jumped up happily, her face full of smugness.

Watching Damon gently pat Amber's head with a doting expression, I couldn't help but laugh at that moment. My dignity had been trampled on, and I had become nothing more than a toy for them to torment and play with.

Damon, how could you be so heartless? How could you still want me to participate in some kind of performance art and be humiliated for her sake?

Oh, right, I almost forgot. Amber was his unattainable moon.

He had pursued her for years without success, and then they were separated by their families. Amber had left the country overnight.

Now that he finally had her, of course he would pamper and indulge her every whim.

How could I possibly compete?

Suppressing the bitterness in my heart, I spoke stiffly:

"Can that count as one forgiveness voucher?"

Forgiveness voucher? The crowd laughed at my strange request, but Damon put down the hand that had been pampering Amber and suddenly looked at me.

He knew what I was talking about.

After a moment, he nodded:

"It counts!"

I smiled bitterly:

"Alright, I agree."

Eight years ago, when I had just entered the modeling world, I was targeted by a big boss and confined on an island.

Along with other girls, I became a tool for men to use at their business gatherings.

I was lucky. Damon was the first man I encountered, and he fell in love with me at first sight.

For my sake, he took over those men's businesses, sent them to prison, and saved my life.

Later, I found out that it was because my features strongly resembled Amber's.

On the night I was rescued, I asked him how I could repay this debt of gratitude.

His eyes were sincere: "Then marry me."

I pinched him: "I'm serious."

His breathing became ragged as he entangled with me and said:

"Then... give me 99 forgiveness vouchers."

"Forgiveness vouchers?" I curiously clung to his body, not understanding.

At that moment, he smiled:

"Silly girl, if - and I'm just saying if - if one day I hurt you 99 times, I'll use these vouchers to make you forgive me 99 times. Once the vouchers are used up, this debt will be settled."

For the next five years, he poured resources into making me a supermodel and loved me like a precious jewel.

Until two months ago, when Amber returned to the country. Everything changed.

Now it was the 97th time. Just two more times, and my debt would be repaid. We would have no more connection.

Seeing Damon agree, the playboy took me into his private room, a dimly lit chamber covered in silk.

The table was full of hard-boiled eggs, and on the floor lay two or three women with disheveled clothes, a rotten smell emanating from beneath them.

A chill ran down my spine as I realized with horror what Amber meant by "stuffing eggs" - they were going to insert them into my private parts.

Damon, who had followed us in, suddenly narrowed his eyes and turned to ask Amber:

"Wasn't this supposed to be about eating eggs? What's going on here?"

But Amber ignored him and pushed me forward.

"Mr. Seven, Miss Elena used to be a dancer. I'm sure her flexibility will satisfy you."

"Don't you want to try it yourself? Push your limits?"