Hell is not just what they put in our heads; what they say is that it is a place of torture. Sometimes we live in our hell, filling ourselves with resentment, pain, and revenge, and that's what Carter was experiencing—his own hell.
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When Kelsea opened her eyes, she found herself in a different room from hers. She sat on the bed and began to remember what she had experienced the night before. She hoped he would sleep with her and that he would remember her, but when he said those words and treated her the way he did, she realized she had been mistaken and that her grandfather was probably right. Carter Smith was a monster—cruel, heartless, but so sexy that he could drive her crazy.
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"Welcome to hell, dear wife."
Kelsea looked at the house with her mouth open; she couldn't believe
