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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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171- More Like A Bodyguard

He gave her a once over before looking back into her eyes with that smirk, "You are wearing my clothes!"

 

Marissa placed her hands on her hips and gave him a pointed look, "Hey dude. I must remind you in case you're forgetting. My previous day's clothes are dirty. And I can't leave the hotel, wearing their robe. And one more reminder," she lifted her forefinger pasting a fake smile on her lips, "Last night somebody told me that he wanted to be my friend. If you can't lend your clothes to your friend, then I…"

"Whoa, whoa. Hold on a minute. Hold it right there."

He walked over to her, "Making friends included wearing your friend's clothes?" his face might be dead serious, but Marissa had sensed the amusement in his eyes.

"Yeah. It does. By the way, aren't you rich? Stop being stingy and let me take these clothes, of course, you'll get them back. Huh!" she rolled her eyes and waved at the kids, "Bye, sweethearts!"