Saintess Livestreamed by Husband in Year Three

The assistant stepped forward at this moment and reminded, "Madam, your entire balance has been cleared. If you don't have any more money, someone just hit ninety-nine Carnivals."

I glanced at the screen. Now, at the top of the leaderboard was none other than Darian’s close friend.

He was proudly flaunting it in the livestream chat:

“Don't be too jealous, brothers! I'm getting on the ride first, cheers to pleasure!”

I wiped away my tears and stood up from the floor, trembling.

Then, facing the livestream, I spoke firmly, with neither humility nor fear. "Keep gifting! Tonight until midnight, I’ll fill up the entire Carnival quota myself."

The moment I said that, the comment section in the livestream went completely still for a few seconds.

Not even ten seconds later, the screen exploded again with even more barrage comments flooding in.

“Brothers, did I hear that right? What did she just say?”

“Saintess, you’re pretty, but are you brainless? It’s still a full three hours till midnight, are you sure you can keep up?”

Darian shot me a cold look, his eyes full of warning. "Whitney, your entire account has already been emptied. If you want to go crazy, take it outside. Don’t come here and disrupt the order."

I tugged at the corner of my mouth and forced a faint smile.

"Darian, do you really think that after hundreds of years, the Elderglen people have no savings left?"

Darian scrutinized me for a while, then signaled his assistant to pause the livestream. Now viewers could only leave comments, no more gift-giving.

"Go check. If money starts coming in again, we’ll resume."

I straightened my back, no longer willing to beg in humiliation.

But just then, someone in the livestream commented.

“Mr. Vale, since we can’t send gifts right now, how about showing us more photos of the Saintess to feast our eyes?”

Once that comment appeared, many others followed. Messages flooded in, all demanding that Darian release more photos.

However, Darian remained silent for a long time.

Everyone began to wonder if he was hesitating. After all, she was still his wife in name and things had already gone too far.

Fearing the power of the Vale Family, some tried to smooth things over.

“Since Mr. Vale didn’t reply, that means it’s a no.”

“Calm down. Don’t rush. We’ll get our chance. Once we send more carnivals, we’ll get the photos.”

Just as the comments were gaining traction, Darian’s voice suddenly rang out.

“Play the video. It’s more exciting than photos.”

That single sentence from him stirred a thousand waves.

“However long she spent checking her account, that’s how long the video will be. It’s to prevent certain people from exploiting loopholes and scamming others,” Darian added, stoking the fire and pushing the livestream’s popularity to a new peak.

A video titled “Wedding Night” was played.

The date shown was the night of our marriage.

That night, Darian had ignored my pleas for mercy and kept me entangled until dawn.

That single night drained my vitality, but from then on, his own health improved drastically.

After tasting the benefits, he became addicted, never letting me go again.

I didn’t dare look at the livestream, but the audio from the video was played so loudly that I couldn’t escape it no matter how I tried to hide.

Within less than a minute of the video playing, I already felt utterly hopeless.

The comment section exploded, viewers poured in, numbers climbing rapidly, all gleefully dissecting me, savoring every second.

The flood of vulgar, dehumanizing comments made my knees give out and I collapsed to the ground.

“Darian, I’m begging you! Please don’t play this. I’ll do anything you want!”

It was then that Darian paused the video.

The livestream went wild and people were spamming the chat, demanding to know why it stopped.