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Chapter 418 – Seventeen Heartbreaks: When Love Has No Voice (Leila & Landon) Novel Free Online

Posted on July 8, 2025 by thisisterrisun

Filed to story: Seventeen Heartbreaks: When Love Has No Voice

At that precise moment, the hotel owner, alarmed by the commotion, hurried toward the source of the disturbance. He had not anticipated encountering such chaos.

Initially, the owner believed it was merely a ruckus caused by a troublemaker. With a glare, he growled, “Just who the hell are you? How dare you disrupt my establishment? Don’t you know who I am? The nerve of you creating a mess here!”

Upon hearing the owner’s indignant questions, Landon turned slowly, his expression icy and unreadable.

The sight of Landon’s stern face drained the color from the owner’s cheeks, his knees buckling under the weight of his fear, and he fell heavily to the floor with a resonant thud.

Trembling, the owner’s voice quivered with dread as he stammered, “I… Mr. Kensington.”

The owner recognized Landon, the true proprietor of the establishment.

“Your establishment?” Landon’s voice was calm and menacing as he removed his watch, stepping closer to the cowering owner.

“I wasn’t aware that leasing my property to you somehow transferred ownership. Explain yourself!”

Without waiting for a response, Landon delivered a forceful punch to the owner. He was certain that the owner had orchestrated the day’s events.

The owner, now visibly bruised and in pain, remained silent, overwhelmed by shock and fear. How had he managed to anger Landon?

From the edge of his vision, the owner noticed Leila wearing Landon’s coat, and the realization hit him like a thunderbolt. Regret was useless now. He had mistaken her for a mere lover of someone else, never expecting she was connected to Landon. But wasn’t Landon known to be unattached? Could the woman be Leila herself? That seemed unlikely. Why would Leila venture into such a modest place only to be harassed by these men? The owner couldn’t afford to ponder these riddles any longer. He shuffled toward Leila, bowing deeply as he said, “Miss, I was foolish for offending you. I’m deeply sorry for my grievous error. Thankfully, you’ve come to no harm. You’re free to punish or rebuke me. Just please, spare my life.”

Leila, swathed in Landon’s coat, was visibly shaken. She stared down at the weeping owner before her with nothing but revulsion and fury in her eyes. Given their conduct today, it was evident these men were no strangers to wrongdoing. Countless innocent women were likely victimized by them. Such men were nothing but a cancer on society. Yet, Landon had mentioned earlier that he owned the establishment. If she decided to report this to the police and they ended up closing the establishment, wouldn’t that have repercussions for Landon as well?

Leila disregarded the weeping owner nearby and made her way toward Landon.

“Sir, I owe you my thanks for your timely assistance today. Despite being personally involved, I’m willing to overlook this incident because of your intervention.” Landon stared back at her, his face a picture of astonishment.

“Leila, are you sure about what you’re suggesting?”

Biting her lower lip, Leila felt she had no choice. If not for Landon’s intervention, she would have faced dire consequences today. She didn’t want to add to Landon’s burdens. Deciding to take a stand, she showed her resolve. Despite her words, she was confident that Landon wouldn’t let these criminals operate in his place.

Noticing Leila’s determined look, Landon inhaled sharply. Previously, he had suspected she was feigning amnesia. But at that instant, he was convinced she really had lost her memory. She would never willingly put herself at risk or compromise her dignity-not with her usual fiery spirit.

With a look of mixed emotions, Landon asked, “Are you truly unable to recall your identity?”

Leila nodded earnestly.

“I genuinely can’t remember. I apologize for the inconvenience today. Could we exchange contact information? Once I recover my memories or locate my family, I’ll be sure to express my gratitude properly.” She reached out her hand.

Landon looked into her eyes, his dark gaze filled with unreadable depths. In a swift, unexpected move, he clutched her wrist tightly.

Leila’s heart skipped a beat. Before she could twist away, Landon pulled her toward him. His chiseled face loomed close, filling her vision alarmingly.

Reacting instinctively, Leila tried to retreat, but the cold wall abruptly stopped her, trapping her between it and his presence.

“Ouch,” she blurted out, unable to hold back a sharp yelp of pain. She raised her eyes, only to be caught in Landon’s intense, scrutinizing stare, feeling a mix of intimidation and bashfulness surge through her.

Her cheeks turned a vivid shade of red, her eyes shimmered with embarrassed tears. She placed her hand tentatively against Landon’s solid chest and asked with a quiver in her voice, “Sir, what are you doing?”

Without a word, Landon pinned her hands firmly behind her back, reducing the space between them even more. He intended to study her closely, looking for any trace of falsehood. However, the closer he got, the more his heart thudded uncontrollably against his chest.

Landon fought to maintain a facade of calm and said in a deep, cold tone, “Leila, I’ll caution you once more. If you’re lying to me, I won’t let it slide.”

A flicker of confusion danced across Leila’s face. She struggled fiercely, her efforts futile as her wrists were tightly clamped, rendering her motionless. With a mix of fury and frustration in her voice, she demanded, “Why on earth would I lie to you? Who do you think you are? What could I possibly gain by deceiving you?”

Her eyes blazed with anger, yet they were remarkably free of contempt or annoyance.

Landon finally relaxed his grip, yet he maintained a close hold on her, determined never to release her. Her defiant stance brought back vivid memories of the person she used to be, before a cascade of life-changing events had altered their relationship. In those earlier days, Leila had been vocal and unafraid, her demeanor occasionally marked by playful naughtiness. The glimpse of her former self made him feel as though he was caught in a bittersweet dream.

Leila shifted uncomfortably in Landon’s arms, her body language awkward and constrained.

“Sir, would you mind letting me go?” she implored with a gentle urgency.

Landon seemed to ignore her request, his gaze dropping coldly to the defeated assailants on the floor. He commanded his men in a chilling tone, “Hand them over to the police. Uncover every illicit activity they’ve been hiding and let the law take its course.” As the assailants began to sob in despair, Landon, unaffected, guided Leila away from the chaos.

When they arrived at the car, Leila stubbornly refused to climb in. Jerking away from Landon’s grasp, she eyed him with a mixture of suspicion and uncertainty. For reasons she couldn’t fathom, she felt inexplicably drawn to him and allowed him to come close without resistance.

Leila’s thoughts were jolted back to reality by a piercing reminder: she was a married woman. It was wholly inappropriate for her to engage intimately with another man. Further complicating matters, she couldn’t even recall who this man was. This day had taught her a harsh lesson-trust was not something to be doled out freely.

“Get in the car,” Landon commanded, his voice stern and unwavering.

“It’s freezing out here. You’ll be in deep trouble if you catch a cold.”

Leila gave a light cough and responded, “You needn’t worry about me, sir. I’m quite capable of finding my own lodging.”

Landon let out a low chuckle.

“Really? And yet you find yourself in predicaments like this? Wandering aimlessly, clueless about your own identity? Do you have any idea how many people are out there trying to kill you? Those men today didn’t know who you were. Had they recognized you, they would have made their move instantly, and I wouldn’t have been able to intervene in time.”

Leila’s eyes widened in shock as she pointed to herself, her voice barely a whisper.

“People are trying to kill me? But why? Was I some merciless, terrible woman in the past?”

Landon stayed silent for a moment, clearing his throat as if the words were caught somewhere between reluctance and resolve.

“I can’t tell you everything, but I can explain the situation. It’s your choice whether you trust me or not. Just know that stepping into danger without understanding it could risk your life.”

Landon stepped aside, giving Leila space as if daring her to make a decision. Leila’s eyes flickered toward the empty road ahead. The dim streetlights barely pushed back the darkness, their pale glow stretching into the shadows. A heavy stillness hung in the air, amplifying the dread clawing at her chest.

Taking a shaky breath, Leila forced herself into the car. Landon didn’t follow. Instead, he turned toward Leo, his gaze sharp and unreadable.

“Walk with me,” he said coldly.

Leo’s stomach knotted. He didn’t need an explanation. Landon’s expression said it all. Despite the dread tightening in his chest, he followed Landon without hesitation, bracing himself for what was to come.

Once they were far enough from the car, Landon pulled a cigarette and lit it with a slow, deliberate flick. The smoke curled around his cold, distant eyes, amplifying their detached, unreadable intensity.

Landon’s voice was flat, cold as ice against stone.

“Do you know why I called you here?”

Leo bowed his head, the weight of unease pressing down on him.

“I do. I won’t make excuses. If you’re angry, punish me. I’ll take full responsibility.”

Landon’s eyes locked onto Leo calmly. His voice was devoid of emotion as he asked, “Who orchestrated the plan? Was it Sophie or Calvin?”

Leo’s head snapped up.

“No. It was me. They weren’t involved at all.”

Landon chuckled, but there was no humor, only a chilling detachment.

“Unwilling to sell them out? But you’re well aware of my rules and understand how I handle disloyalty.”

Leo’s face went pale, his expression shifting drastically. Without a second thought, he bowed his head in silent submission, not pleading for himself.

“I’m sorry, I know I failed you. Punish me if you must, but leave them out of it. Sophie and Calvin only wanted to help. They’re your kids. Don’t let this drive a wedge between you. I also hope you’ll spare my family.”

Leo clenched his teeth, his mind racing to find a way to appease Landon.

Landon squinted his eyes.

Leo was drenched in cold sweat, his face pale. Yet, he didn’t beg for mercy. He knew he had crossed a line. In fact, he had anticipated that his actions would provoke Landon, but he had agreed to them, and though the consequences would be harsh, he didn’t regret his decision..

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