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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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365 Chs

272- After The Event (II)

Marissa saw him, hurriedly putting on his t-shirt and pulling up his jeans. 

"Wh-where are you going?" she asked him in disappointment, "Is everything good?" 

"Just a small task. I'll be back just like that," he snapped his fingers and kissed her forehead, "You wait for me… and …" he trailed off gathering her in his arms, tightening his grip around her.

"Whenever you are around, I don't want to do anything, Marissa Sinclair except to kiss you or hug you or tease you or…"

"Or?" her voice was muffled in his shirt before she pulled back to watch his face.

His eyes were busy tracing the contours of her face, "Or simply look at you," he mumbled placing his chin on her head, "You're very precious to me and I waited a lot for you."

Marissa felt a wave of dread wash over her. It was almost like… like he was expressing his love to her. She wished he could ditch that surprise crap and tell her whatever was in his heart.