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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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390 Chs

201- His Lips

They were sitting on the edge of the pool with their feet dangling in the water. They both were clad in bathing robes, provided by the hotel.

The pool area was dimly lit because of his instructions to the hotel staff.

A barbecue platter was placed there, which Rafael ordered just an hour back. It had gotten quite late, but he wanted to admit that this was the best time of his life.

The platter was not on a proper table but on the floor. Something that was against his elite-class upbringing. But he didn't mind if she was accompanying him.

Marissa speared a piece of chicken barbecue to her fork while telling him about her childhood. The best part was, she wasn't telling him about Valerie or her parents.

It was just about her and her school, and her old friends

While listening to her, Rafael was trying his best to focus on the words but instead, his mind was wandering to the moans that he heard from her mouth just an hour back.