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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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364- Waiting

"Mr. Miles… Mr. Miles!" Miles frowned in his sleep when he felt someone shaking his shoulder gently.

"Hmm?" He got up and put on his glasses. The head butler was standing close to his bed and there was something unusual on his face.

"Sir. You need to wake up and get ready. We must leave," Placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, he told him gently

"Leave?" Miles watched him in confusion, "where to?"

"To the hospital, sir," poor butler didn't want to break the news like this. Miles Sinclair was an elderly man, and he didn't know how he might react to the news.

Miles took time to stand up due to his stiff muscles, "Is Shane alright?" he asked holding the butler with a shaking hand, "where are we going?"

Butler closed his eyes and held the man by his waist, "To the hospital. Mr. Shane is admitted there… he … he is… not feeling well."

"Not feeling well?" Miles looked for his glasses that were immediately given to him by his butler.