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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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78- Kidnapped!

While getting ready Marissa didn't know if Rafael was planning to go home or skip the office. 

He didn't have office clothes and was willing to drop her off at the office. 

"You have already provided me with an official car and a chauffeur. Then why go to such pains?" she asked him, looking through the mirror. 

He was lying in the bed, with his arms folded behind his head.

She was applying a nude shade of lipstick and for some reason, it all felt too intimate. She felt like she was getting ready like a normal wife would get and he was observing her through the mirror… like … like… like a doting husband.

Marissa avoided his gaze and kept her focus on her face. His eyes were making her nervous.

"Umm. You can go and sit in the car. I'll be out in a few minutes," she suggested trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. 

But he had a knowing grin on his face, "Why? Is something wrong?"