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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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389 Chs

360- Hadn't Met Recently

Miles Sinclair arrived at the front porch and found Shane sitting in his recliner. A laptop was placed on his lap, and he was staring into space with a small smile instead of typing on it.

Miles didn't pass any remark and took the other chair opposite his son. Shane must have felt his gaze because he straightened and got busy on his laptop again, showing Miles that he was engrossed in his work.

"How's the office?" Miles inquired nonchalantly and Shane shrugged, still typing on his laptop.

"Office is good, Dad! Why? Do you think Sinclair Industries isn't in good hands?" he finally closed the laptop and gave a slight twist to his neck, "Urgh. I need to do some neck exercises."

He started stretching while leaning back. Miles kept looking at him with that sharp scrutinizing gaze and then sighed deeply, "Where is your wife, son?" he asked and could feel Shane's body go stiff at the mention of his Nina.