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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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314- Weekend In Ashoa

Talia and Mala were having tea at the small wooden table, Alex made for them. It wasn't perfect but they all appreciated his efforts. 

Right now, he was busy, crouched near the stove, adjusting its burner.

"Alexander. Stop wasting your time on that gunk," Their father joined them at the table. Mala nudged her elbow into Talia's shoulder when found her staring at Alex.

They all celebrated after they learned that his name was Alexander. According to Talia, the name carried royalty, and he definitely belonged to a royal background.

"I still think the market is best for the fish in the morning, Father," Mala suggested before fetching her father's cup from the kitchen.

Their father took a sip from the clay cup, Mala had just brought him, "You're right. The fish will be fresh in the early hours."

Fresh fish was usually available in the market outside the village. John was planning to buy it the next morning, so he needed to leave home early.