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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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50- Ticklish

"Boss seems extra chirpy today," Delinda told everyone, seated in the room. Marissa didn't raise her head and kept herself busy with the work.

She knew why he was happy. He couldn't wait to meet his kids and was excited about it.

"You are right," Peter spoke while drawing something on the sketchbook, "Today when I brought in some paints and brushes to be kept in the storage room, we bumped into each other. He not only said HI but also asked me about the paints, I was carrying. The odd thing is he wanted to know about the brushes too."

They all were working along with pulling each other's legs when a man who was working on the venue hall decoration stretched, "We all are lucky. Otherwise, my childhood friend told me that his elder brother works at the Sangua branch under him. He is always grumpy with everyone. Too rigid…"