One Hellish Love (Billionaires Love #3)
PROLOGUE
The rain was relentless, hammering down on the city for hours. After four hours of continuous downpours, Delhi was already under high alert. Streets were deserted, lights flickering behind drawn curtains. Most people watched the storm safely from their windows. But not him .
Through the dark, empty roads, a 16-year-old boy sped the car recklessly, slicing through sheets of rain. Behind the wheel, his hands trembled and his heart raced having no control over the new posh vehicle he barely knew how to drive. His knuckles whitened against the steering wheel as he struggled to steady the car. Panic clouded his mind, but the car wouldn’t slow down.
Suddenly, a blinding flash of light pierced the darkness—the high beams of a truck hurtling toward him from the opposite lane. Reflexively, the boy yanked the steering wheel hard to the left, his foot slamming on the brakes with all his might. Time slowed. Tires screeched. Before he could make sense of the chaos, the car slammed into something— someone —and then crashed headfirst into the massive trunk of a tree.
The sound of metal crunching and glass shattering split the night. The force of the impact echoed through the quiet streets, jolting people out of their homes. Doors flew open. Shadows moved swiftly toward the wreckage, toward the twisted car and the boy inside.
The boy stumbled out of the car alive with blood trickling down his forehead, his arms and legs scraped and bruised. But the man he hit—he wasn’t so lucky. He lay lifeless, thrown across the road like a rag doll. Blood pooled beneath him, staining the rain-soaked ground.
Sharp and haunting screams filled the air as the boy collapsed on the wet pavement, staring at the body. His breath came in short gasps, eyes wide with horror. The world around him blurred. The sirens wailed in the distance—ambulances, police vans—rushing toward the scene of devastation.
Within minutes, the dead man’s body was carefully lifted and taken away for further examination, though it was clear there was nothing left to save. The boy, however, was pulled to his feet, his legs too weak to stand on their own. His whole body trembled as the police dragged him toward their van. His ears rang despite the haze of fear and panic.
“Isn’t this boy Rudra Raheja? The youngest of the Raheja family?”
His name hung in the air like a curse, suffocating him. He barely registered the van doors slamming shut. Darkness closed in as his eyes fluttered and finally gave way to unconsciousness.
He realized this night would change everything. Nothing would be the same hereon. For the boy who took a life in the blink of an eye, the storm had only just begun.