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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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393 Chs

184- Time For The Payback!

Marissa almost glided into the conference room. No more feelings of hurt or betrayal were there in her heart.

None of her teammates was with her. 

So what? Rafael is here. And I don't know for how long he is with me. If he is here to stay or leave me again like he did in the past. At least he is trying.

She would wait for her team for five more minutes to show up in the conference room. And if even a single soul showed up, she would make sure to pay the person handsomely.

After all, there should be perks for believing in her.

She took a seat and rested her chin on her intertwined fingers, with her elbows leaning on the desk.

Dean was guiding a technician on what position the projector must be set. The slight frustration in his voice was evident when he explained each step in layman's terms. When he noticed Marissa looking at him, his expression softened.