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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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182- Never Ever!

"Was this floor always this crowded?" She asked Dean after closing the last file on his desk. Today she was doing all her tasks here.

"No, dummy. It all happened after the event team hiring. Mr. Sinclair issued special orders not to send you on any other floor," he shrugged and bent over to have a close look at the laptop screen, "and making you stay meant, not to let them leave. So yes. Thanks to you."

Marissa didn't know how to react. Rafael went through all this pain just because of her?

Was the guilt such a powerful emotion that it could make you change your lifelong decisions?

She got up from the chair and stretched, "God! My back hurts," she muttered dropping her arms by her side.

"Where are you going?" Dean asked her, watching her above the laptop screen.

"Meeting about the new venue is scheduled," she said collecting her files busily.

"Didn't you like the last venue?"