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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?

JessicaKaye911 · Urbain
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202- Oh, Don't Stop!

"Why your parents were never there?" he asked her gently, the question that had been bugging him for quite some time, "They knew everything. Yet they favored Valerie."

They were now enjoying some chicken popcorn with the hotel's special sauce. French fries as a sideline were also served to them.

When he saw her deep in thought, he held her arm, giving it a subtle shake, "It's ok. You don't need to answer that if you aren't comfortable."

The hotel had provided them with some cozy blankets. Rafael found them more intimate instead of using the recliners. One blanket was spread under them, and the other was covering them. They were leaning back against huge roll pillows. The food tray was placed on the blanket.

Before taking a bite himself, he made sure to feed her first with his hands. Otherwise, she was so engrossed in talking that she barely noticed the food.

"I don't know, Rafael," she raised one shoulder as if her mind wasn't able to grasp it.