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Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets

"M... Marissa! Are they my kids?" Rafael's eyes weren't moving away from the adorable kids' faces. "No, Rafael. They are not," Marissa said with a fake smile, "They aren't yours. Remember?" she batted her lashes quite dramatically, "We were never married!" Marissa Aaron’s elder sister Valerie Aaron jilted her blind boyfriend on her wedding day and ran off. For face-saving, Merissa's family pleaded to her to marry Raphael Sinclair. The irony? She was not allowed to tell her blind husband that she was not Valerie but Merissa Aaron. On the day of Raphael's successful eye surgery, Marissa got to know that Valerie was back to take her rightful place as Sinclaire’s daughter-in-law. Marissa tried explaining to her husband that she was the one married to him, but he did not believe her. Instead of any more convincing, heartbroken Merissa decided to leave the city without telling him, her secret. Raphael Sinclair was the classic definition of drop-dead gorgeous and was the only heir of the Sinclair group of industries. What would he do when he came to know that all this time the woman who offered him, her love and her body was not Valerie but her younger sister Marissa Aaron? How would he react when he came to know that he was the father of the babies Marissa was carrying in her womb? Would he go after Marissa and win her back? And the million-dollar question! Would Marissa ever be able to forgive him and love him again?

JessicaKaye911 · Urban
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403 Chs

128- I Don't Need Rafael

Marissa was meeting both women after such a long time. They hadn't changed a bit. Still, that same evilness surrounded them.

"What did you think?" Nina brought her face near her ear, "You'll keep living with my son and we won't come to know?"

All Marissa wanted to do was run away from there.

"R… Raf… Rafael…" She tried to speak the words, but they didn't want to come out of her mouth.

"What? Calling my husband, love?" Valerie trailed her finger on Marissa's bare arm, "he knows about our presence, dear. Don't worry," She leaned towards her other ear, "we won't tell him a thing about kids."

"W…what… d… do …you…" God! Why was she having difficulty in uttering the proper words?

"Rafael knows that those kids are not his," Nina said with a smirk, "and he doesn't have a problem with what we want to do with you and your little mice."

Marissa didn't like it when she called her kids, mice.