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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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367 Chs

88- Missing The Look

Marissa watched Rafael wearing his wristwatch. The man who made her squirm quite intimately in his arms was now busily getting ready so they could leave.

They just had breakfast, and Marissa was happy he brought her here. Yet she regretted that she wasted most of her time in complaining about the past.

She was back in her office attire.

After wearing his watch, his focus turned to her and he halted for a minute, "Why this look, strawberry!"

He held her earlobe and gave it a little pull.

"This place is so nice, so quiet..." she said hugging herself.

"You like it here?" He questioned and held her hand, "Should we plan to come here again?"

Marissa clicked her tongue and shrugged. Before she could say anything, Rafael reached to her and fixed her blouse near her shoulders. That made her freeze momentarily. 

This was exactly how she used to do it when he was her husband, just as an excuse to touch him.