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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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389 Chs

252- Strong And Confident Marissa

Dean pushed open the conference door and stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes landed on Marissa who was hastily packing up things. 

Her laptop was placed on a desk, her dossiers were stacked neatly on the corner table of the room. She was moving around, organizing the event charts together.

"Marissa!" Dean's voice had both confusion and concern, "What's going on here?"

Marissa paused for a moment, glancing up at him. Dean could see calmness on her face but knew better. There seemed to be a lava inside her that could explode any minute.

"Are you mad at me?" he asked her, searching her face for a reaction, but she didn't respond to him. He cleared his throat and asked again, "Are you mad at me, Marissa?"

This time she didn't even look at him. 

She could still feel the rage due to last night when she tried to convince Rafael that the event people should be called back.