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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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162- Dear Son

It wouldn't be a sensible move to tell Rafael about his mom. He would never trust her, "Rafael… what if… I mean the security of our kids… like the house…"

"I assure you, little Greene," he pinched her chin and raised her face, "Once we make the announcement, they'll have twenty-four hours bodyguards around them. Just think of it. More space, better opportunities, better security, and then our presence," he tucked back a stray hair behind her ear, "I can't stay at Sophie's place, Marissa. It's a small house and it's not fair to Flint to jam-pack his house. I know he was there for you, all this time. And I want to do the same to him and Sophie. If you can convince them, ask them to move with us. I don't have a problem with it."

Marissa's jaw dropped at his words. He was ready to move her friends to his house. For her?

 But then another thought crossed her mind, "What if your mom and wife want to move in there?"