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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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222- New Owner of White Palace

Andrew's car glided smoothly on the streets of Kanderton, as they neared the outskirts, the lights of the White Palace came into view.

There was nothing around the grand boundary wall of the giant house. 

"I hope they don't spoil the view by constructing tall buildings around here. The commercial structure might sabotage its look," Nina almost breathed the words.

The regret she felt about Valerie while leaving the club, had now evaporated into thin air.

Hell with Valerie!

I don't know why she thinks that I'll keep running after her like a fool.

"There are very slim chances of commercial construction," he said turning the steering wheel, keeping his eyes ahead on the route.

"Why?" she tried to probe, her facial features forming a scowl, "This part of the land also belongs to you?" she blinked, quite impressed with the view.