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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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69- Already?

"Are you crazy? Why would you do something like this?" Kate was only wearing a bra and panties and knew when the doorbell rang that it must be Amir.

"Amir. We can talk later. I'm late from work," she went back to her closet and placed a few of her clothes on the bed.

"Late from work? Why the hell did you rummage through my stuff? It was my personal stuff and you … you almost stole my property file."

Kate was getting bored of this thing. His eyes were swollen, and he wasn't even decently dressed. The torn shorts and the sando he was wearing were stinking.

"Honey. We'll discuss this later," she kissed his cheek and closed the bathroom door behind her.

He opened her fridge and took out a jar of strawberry jam. Sitting at the counter he started slathering the sweet sticky treat on the bread. He was fuming.

How dare Kate thought that she could make decisions regarding his property on his behalf? She was his fiancée. Not his owner or wife.