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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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38- Blow Your Nose!

Marissa didn't want to go inside that guest room. Her heart was sinking with each passing minute because she thought he was here to claim his kids.

The moment she stepped inside, she found him standing there, his back facing her. He was busy observing a painting hanging on the wall.

She drank in his appearance. Those broad shoulders she held when he used to make love to her. Those black locks… she had combed her fingers through those locks when she used to scream his name during their intimate moments.

He was still wearing his office shirt with sleeves rolled up, a telltale sign that he came straight from his office.

She closed her eyes and gulped hard.

He must have felt her presence behind him because he slowly turned, and she decided to open her eyes.

"Hello, Ms. Aaron," he said softly.

She tried to manage a shaky smile, "Hello, Mr. Sinclair. Hope you are good."

He chuckled at that and looked into her eyes, "No. I'm not good."