Claimed by the billionaire
Elizabeth POV
“You read these books all the time, like things like that actually happen in real life,” Nana said, side-eyeing me as I leaned back against the counter, my butt slightly raised, my hands bracing the edge, and a book in one hand. She moved around the kitchen, stuffing groceries into the freezer and rearranging things.
“They do happen, Nana. Just because I’m not living it doesn’t mean I can’t read about it,” I said, flipping a page. “I love reading.”