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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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277- Meeting Her Grandkids

Marissa's heart dropped at the sight. Panic surged through her as she rushed forward to scoop her daughter up into her arms.

"What are you doing here, sweetie?" Marissa asked her worriedly.

The little girl didn't even squirm or throw a tantrum. She kept staring at Nina, who still had her eyes closed but now wore a gentle smile. Tears were running down her cheeks.

Marissa carried Abi inside, where Sophie was ready to take her from her arms.

"What got into you, little one?" Sophie asked her softly.

"She never liked talking to strangers," Marissa murmured, her voice faltering, "Why did she do that? She never liked stranger people touching her."

Sophie cradled Abigail, gently stroking her hair, "Kids feel things we don't understand," she said quietly, looking outside the door, "By the way who is that boy? He is cute!"

Marissa spun around in stunned silence, remembering about the kid who accompanied her, "Georgie. Come inside, honey."