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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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334- Missing Piece Of His Heart

When Marissa woke up it was well past ten. She hardly slept this late but today seemed to be an exception. 

Her hand instinctively reached to her side, only to find an empty space beside her.

"Rafael!" Taking a sharp breath, she got up, looking around.

Where was Rafael?

Adjusting the lapels of her sleeping gown, she slid out of the bed, rubbing her eyes. As she stretched, she noticed the door to her room's gallery was slightly ajar.

With curiosity, she padded over, peeking through the opening. There on the polished wooden floor, Rafael was holding himself up in a plank position, on just one fuc*king hand. 

He was dressed in a loose pair of shorts only; beads of sweat were forming on his nake*d back. His body was so solid that Marissa wanted to go out and feel its hardness with her hands.