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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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156- Keeping Them On Their Toes

"Are you doing alright? Do you need anything?" Marissa heard Joseph's voice when she was resting back on the office couch.

She didn't dare to sit on Rafael's seat but enjoyed the shocked look on those women's faces.

Keeping her eyes closed, she smiled to herself, "What brings you here, Joseph?"

"You just said if anyone wants to talk to you, they should approach you in the President's office. I liked your confidence," she could detect amusement in his voice.

"I hope you haven't told any of this to Rafael," she opened one eye to look at him who was taking another couch across from her.

"I did send him messages. Why? He should know what is going on in his office," he folded his arms behind his head to lean back.

"Yeah," Marissa straightened, "But someone told me to pull up my big girl panties and face the inevitable."

Joseph clicked his tongue, "And who exactly is that?"