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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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49- Chill

That evening when everyone was leaving the office, Marissa stayed back to discuss some points with Dean. If the president had handed over her some duty, then she needed to take it seriously and complete it wholeheartedly.

"Can you wait for me a little longer? I need to go to the first floor and meet someone from the Finance department," Dean asked her in a rush jogging towards the exit door. 

"Sure," she sat down on his seat and started revolving his chair slowly. There was no sound right now and she was sure her kids would make fun of her if they would see what she was doing.

"Gosh! This is fun! I should take it home or maybe in my kitchen where I can sit and pass the orders to my employees …" She patted the armrests like a child and resumed the activity until she felt a pair of eyes probing her back.