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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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189- Naughty Ideas

Marissa was still smiling when the door closed behind her.

"What are you so happy about?" Rafael's curious voice made her jump in shock. 

She shook her head and laughed, "Hey! When did you arrive?"

Rafael had already left his seat and strolled towards her with his arms outstretched. He wanted to hold her hands but then changed his mind and pulled her to him, "God. I missed you."

He breathed in her hair.

"Ahan! We just met this morning before leaving for office, Mr. Sinclair," she said into his chest. She could never get tired of smelling his shirt.

Marissa always found his manly scent irresistible.

It was a struggle to remind herself that they were in the office, "We need to take care of the office decorum," she tried pulling back but he didn't let her.

"No!" he yelled like a toddler and Marissa rolled her lips to control the mirth.

"You sound younger than your kids! You know that?"