Bab 55: fake billionaire, damaged boyfriend 11

Izzy

Every word that comes up isn't just personal to me, but it hurts.

It lists my parents' names, my siblings' names, the address for where I used to live, and where I live now. It has my hometown listed, the places I used too frequently and the personal information that I carry around my everyday life. Maiden names, pet names, schoolteacher names…

My stomach aches with the shock of this find, but more so in the confusion of it.

"What the fuck?"

"I don't know, Kitten, but look," he whispers, pointing to a small little box in the corner of the screen. Even when I scroll through the details of my life, the box stays. "It's got a number and a dollar sign next to it."

"Fifteen hundred," I whisper, unsure what that's supposed to mean. "Wait, why is there a price here? Look! It just went up to sixteen hundred. What is it doing? Is it making us do tha?t"