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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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59- A Mess

After Rafael left, the silence still lingered in the air. Gerard gave a confusing look to Flint, "What!"

Flint snapped at him, "Don't act like a fool, Gerard. We all know he resembles Alex a lot!"

"Resembles, Alex?" Gerard repeated.

"I'll get us some beer," Sophie once again left Marissa alone and went to the kitchen.

"You contacted the kids' father?" He seemed to have difficulty wrapping his head around the fact.

"No, I didn't. He contacted us," Marissa brought him to the couch, "now tell me about your business trip. This one took longer," 

She mouthed a silent thank you to Sophia who was handing over the beer cans to them. 

"I know, Marrisa. And I missed you every minute of it!" Sophia wanted to roll her eyes. This dude knew Marissa never encouraged his advances and still he was reminding her how much he missed her.

"You look tired," Sophie remarked and took another sofa right across him, folding her legs under her.