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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?

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109- It Was Nina's Turn

Nina moved her eyes to the laptop screen whereas her inbox was flooded with messages from designers, clients, and organizers. 

Usually, this stuff was handled by Geena but today she wanted to give the girl some time to think about her offer.

There was no one on this earth who didn't like money. Geena was no different. 

Nina scrolled, noting down the urgent stuff to respond first.

"Urgh. So many details to finalize," she muttered to herself, pushing a stray lock of her hair behind her ear.

She clicked open an email from a prominent organizer, who was requesting last-minute adjustments to the runaway schedule. Just as she began typing, her phone buzzed with a reminder of a video call. 

"Great! Just what I needed," she sighed, switching gears, and setting up for the call. After a few minutes, the call was through, and she had to put up a professional smile for the sake of her name and appearance.