Arec's POV:
I stood in front of my grandmother's desk, her eyes boring into mine with that familiar mix of expectation and disappointment.
She had always been the matriarch of the Weston family, the one who had held our dynasty together through sheer force of will. And now, she had set her sights on me.
"Arec, you're not getting any younger," she began, her voice firm, carrying the weight of generations of expectations. "It's time you settled down. This family needs stability, and as the future CEO, you need a wife by your side."
I sighed, raking a hand through my hair, feeling the familiar tightening in my chest that always accompanied these conversations. "Grandmother, we've been over this. I'm focused on the company right now. Marriage isn't a priority."