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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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The Xander's kitchen was buzzing with all sorts of noise. They needed to prepare the food so that it could be sent for the trial.

"Marissa! Akari! For God's sake leave the kitchen and get ready!" Sophia was screaming at the top of her lungs.

Marissa's team was preparing the three-course meal along with Beef Fajita. They had mutually decided on a Vegetarian Mediterranean themed Meal.

Hummus and Pita for an appetizer. Vegetable Moussaka was the main course and for dessert, they had decided on Baklava.

"Citra!" Sophia clapped loudly just like Marissa used to do in the kitchen, "What's the position?"

"It'll be ready in the next fifteen minutes, Sophia," Citra was quickly mixing honey and nuts.

"Amanda!" she called another worker.