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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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369 Chs

294- No Proof, No Witnesses

"Valerie. Can you stop crying?" her mom was now getting bored of all the drama she was creating, "it's your mistake. Why would I hire a cleaning lady in this small house?"

"This is your house! How can a lady come here uninvited and make it upstairs?" she retorted angrily, wiping her nose.

The loss of heirlooms had almost given her a heart attack.

"It was just a piece of jewelry, and we care for you more than that. At least you're safe!" her father tried to calm her. 

Valerie knew her parents better. They hated noise and chaos.

"Every piece of jewelry in that pouch was more expensive than you and your daughter Marissa!" she lashed out in anger.

"You are crossing the line, young lady," her father warned her, standing up from the mattress. They hadn't even finished their morning coffee when they heard her painful screams from the attic.

When they came up running. They found her sitting on the floor, crying loudly.