Divorced CEO's Forgotten Wife Strikes Back (Riley and Bryce) novel Chapter 158

**TITLE: Dreams Refuse Gravity by Leo Arden Knox 158**

**CONTENT: Chapter 158 Gregory’s Madness**

As Gregory stepped into the room, a wave of unsettling familiarity washed over Sebastian. The smug smile that danced across his father’s lips had always ignited a deep-seated rage within him, a desire so intense that he often fantasized about silencing it forever. And even now, that feeling surged back, stronger than ever.

“You never truly wanted me to take over the family, did you?” Sebastian’s voice was steady, but beneath it lay a tempest of suspicion that had been brewing for far too long. The thought that his own father might wish him dead was a bitter pill to swallow.

Gregory shrugged with nonchalance, as if the weight of his words held no gravity. “Please. You’re my only son. Of course, it was destined to be yours. I just needed to see if you could handle it.” His tone was dismissive, as though he were discussing the weather rather than their fractured relationship.

Sebastian’s jaw clenched tightly. “You do realize I could hand this over to the military, right?” he shot back, his voice laced with an urgency that belied his calm demeanor. “The Torres family is entangled with half of their black ops. If I go down, those projects come to a screeching halt. You think they’ll just let that slide?”

A chuckle escaped Gregory’s lips, light and airy, as if Sebastian had just made a joke. “Relax. I never left a trail. No calls, no cash, no names. Do you have any proof that connects me to the hit?”

Sebastian felt his heart race, the tension coiling tighter within him. His father had always been meticulous, a master of evasion. There wasn’t a shred of solid evidence that could bring him to justice.

“You didn’t used to care about this kind of thing,” Gregory continued, his voice dripping with condescension. “But then Riley got hurt, and suddenly you’re playing the hero. That’s what this is, isn’t it?”

Sebastian narrowed his eyes, irritation flaring. “What’s your point?”

“Tell me—what if she had gotten worse?” Gregory’s smile remained, maddeningly calm. “What would you do then?”

In that moment, a cold fury took hold of Sebastian. He lunged forward, his hand closing around Gregory’s throat with a force that surprised even him.

“Say that again,” he growled, the words low and threatening. “I dare you.”

Gregory merely smiled wider, as if he were reveling in the chaos. “Come on. Do it. Choke me out. End it right here.”

Sebastian’s grip tightened, his fingers digging into flesh, cutting off his father’s breath. The air in the room grew thick with tension, a palpable fear that gripped everyone present.

He’s insane.

The reputation of the Torres family was notorious for breeding madness, but this father-son duo? They were in a realm of their own, a dangerous game of psychological warfare.

“Mr. Torres!” one of the bodyguards shouted, his voice cracking under the weight of the moment.

The thought of actually killing Gregory sent a shiver through Sebastian. It would send shockwaves throughout Washington, ripples of chaos that would reverberate far beyond these walls.

The voice of the bodyguard snapped him back to reality. With a reluctant exhale, he released Gregory, who stumbled back, coughing violently, gasping for air.

“Why’d you stop?” Gregory choked out, his breath ragged. “Don’t tell me you’re scared of the headlines. ‘Heir Kills Patriarch’—now that’s a hell of a story.”

Sebastian stared at his hands, the memory of Riley’s blood still fresh, staining his conscience.

No. That’s not it.

It wasn’t guilt that held him back, nor fear or a sense of morality.

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