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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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179- Inside Her!

Her eyes snapped up and she found Rafael looking at her. 

 

"I … I… was … just…" a nervous chuckle left her lips, "Dean is just a friend, and I…"

"Why explanations, Marissa?" he asked her in the softest voice, there was a gentleness in his eyes, "I didn't demand any explanation," he smirked with a shrug.

Marissa was taken aback, "You mean you…"

Walking slowly, he came closer and then stopped at some distance, "I was here to talk to George. And then I wanted to meet you."

"You wanted to meet me?" she asked him, placing her index finger on her chest. The familiar giddy feeling was back in the pit of her stomach when his green eyes locked onto hers, a subtle smile playing on his lips as he took a step closer.

"Hell, yeah. I wanted to meet you," he replied, his voice low and teasing as he shoved his hands into his pockets, a playful grin spreading across his face "Why else would I come here?"