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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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301- Last Time

Valerie was standing against the wall with a crazy heartbeat while the woman sitting on the bunk was laughing crazily.

She had a bob cut. Her sleek black hair brushed against her face as she laughed. Holding her stomach, she was doubling over.

"You are so stupid," she wheezed between fits of laughter, "Didn't you see me lying on the upper bunk? How come you didn't realize that there was someone else in the room?"

Valerie glared at her. She wanted to throttle the neck of the woman who first acted as a ghost and now didn't seem to stop laughing at her stupidity.

Her laughter was echoing in the small cell, but it was hurting Valerie's ear drums. At last, when the woman got a grip of it, she gave a once-over to Valerie.

"Hmm. You seem rich!" chuckling to herself, she sat on the lower bunk, "Come on. Lighten up. Trust me. It's going to get worse."