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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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199- Are You From the Sinclair Family?

The girl's eyes fell on Valerie's reflection in the mirror. A slight sneer appeared on her lips as she tilted her head, "How are you, love? Accompanying a rich man? Huh!"

Valerie scrunched her nose. The girl's tone was not only judgmental but also dripping with condescension.

Before Valerie could open her mouth to hurl back the insult, the bratty girl spoke again, "Girls usually can't afford this place so they either hire a rich boyfriend or lure a rich man who can bring them here. Have you looked at their menu prices? Or hotel room charges?"

Valerie closed one eye and turned her head a little. She wanted to give the girl a piece of her mind. However, the girl seemed to be in her own Lala land.

Instead of confronting her, Valerie decided to coat her lips again with the same nude shade.

"I don't need rich boyfriends. My family owns money …" The girl opened the tap and started washing her hands, "We are one of the richest. What about you, darling?"