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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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86- Chance

Marissa didn't have clothes, so Rafael asked Emily to buy some for her. They all were knee-length summer dresses and most of them were floral.

The young maid also managed to arrange slippers along with a pair of fresh underwear. After changing into a floral dress, Marissa went out to the back patio where Rafael was waiting for her.

She still couldn't believe that he brought her here. He looked back when felt her presence behind him and reached out for her hand.

"I don't want to go into the sea," she said. It was quite dark now.

"You don't have to," he whistled to call the maid and asked Emily to bring them blankets. Marissa saw as he started spreading the blanket on the sand and tried to suppress her grin.

He didn't want Emily's help and had sent her away. When Marissa tried to touch the blanket, he asked her to step back because he wanted to do it himself.