Saintess Livestreamed by Husband in Year Three

As the Saintess of Elderglen, my body naturally possessed the power to nourish and revitalize.

The frail crown prince of the capital elite, Darian Vale, had been married to me for three years.

Night after night, he indulged in passion, never allowing me to beg for mercy.

Over these three years, his once sickly body had become brimming with masculine vigor.

Yet, just because I reminded him that his secretary’s skirt was too short, he started a tipping livestream that very night, publicly revealing the secret of my body.

He even announced, “Anyone who sends ten "Carnival" gifts in a row can buy her private photos and a hundred Carnivals can buy a night with her.”

During the livestream, Darian grabbed my face and forced me to look at the photos and videos he had taken. Each image captured my degradation and humiliation.

“Didn’t you mind how short someone else’s skirt was? Do you mind how you look when you’re not wearing anything yourself?”

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I stared at the comments flooding the livestream. I gritted my teeth, struggling not to cry.

“I heard the Elderglen Saintess used to cherish her body. I didn’t expect her to be this wild!”

“Is she acting all virtuous in public, but so kinky in private? Impressive skills.”

*Why doesn’t Mr. Vale let the Saintess appear on screen herself?”

“Forget ten Carnivals. I'd drop a hundred, even a thousand without blinking!”

I knelt silently on the ground, swallowing the words I was about to beg Darian with.

He sat calmly at the tea table, watching as his secretary, Liora Thorne, sweetly served him tea.

"Darian took the cup, slowly rotating the wooden cross bracelet on his wrist."

Noticing my pathetic state, he smiled and told his assistant to post a link in the livestream.

“Put up the Saintess’s personal undergarments for sale too.”

“Buy a night, get a set of lace lingerie for free.”

As soon as his voice dropped, the livestream briefly crashed from the sudden surge of traffic.

Once the connection was restored, the screen filled with Carnival gifts flooding in.

Seeing that someone was about to hit ten Carnivals in a row, I had no choice but to beg for mercy.

“Darian, for the sake of our three years of marriage, I’m begging you, please let me go! I can die, but the legacy of the Elderglen Saintess must not be disgraced!”

Darian gave a playful smile.

“It’s not like I stopped you from sending yourself a Carnival gift. You can climb the charts yourself. That way, no photos would leak out, right?”

With a wave of his hand, he had his assistant bring out all the documents proving the assets under my name.

Cash, deposits, funds, stocks, gold and real estate. Some were these dowries from the Enderglen people and a large portion came from Darian after we got married.

I didn’t hesitate. I signed the papers right away and asked the assistant to convert all my assets into cash.

A minute later, the account under my name began sending Carnivals nonstop, quickly overtaking everyone else’s contributions.

The people in the livestream were furious when they saw it.

“Can’t you take the heat, huh, Saintess? Moaning like crazy in bed, but now too scared to let anyone see?”

“No worries. Mr. Vale already said the stream’s running until midnight. No matter how rich she is, can she really afford to send Carnivals all night?”

“Exactly. Saintess, stop struggling. Save yourself a little nest egg, don’t lose even your underwear!”

Watching the balance in my account plummet, I looked at Darian in despair.

“Can I make a phone call?” I asked.

Darian raised an eyebrow, giving a casual “go ahead” gesture.

I grabbed my phone and rushed out.

Meanwhile, the assistant continued using my money to send Carnivals in the livestream.

As the audience overheard my conversation with Darian, the number of onlookers in the chatroom kept climbing.

“Oh? Is the Saintess going to make a call to borrow money?”