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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?

JessicaKaye911 · Urbano
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367 Chs

158- Let's Focus On Marissa Aaron

"Stop rolling your eyes at me!" Nina snarled and this time Kate thought that she might get murdered by this woman.

She had just gotten a chance to prove herself as a leader, but she didn't want to lose her life after this venue decision.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Sinclair," She hurriedly apologized but inside, she was fuming.

Valerie had crossed her arms, "This isn't the point. We just want to be included in every decision. You might be heading it but I'm sure you don't know a thing about class."

Mr. Jeremiah raised his brow and then stepped back, "I think it's more like a family feud. Sorry, Ms. Kate. I thought you people were professionals."

Kate didn't know what to say, "No, Mr. Jeremiah. I also wanted to discuss the position of food tables as we were planning to serve different culturally induced food by multiple chefs. J-just let me handle this and I'll make sure to get back to you in a minute."

Jeremiah bowed his head and left the spot.