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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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80 Chs

51- Bitter Reminder

Marissa's heart raced as his warm breath caressed her cheek. She felt a rush of emotions, unsure how to respond to his advances.

Were they really subtle advances or was she imagining it? She kept looking into his eyes and wondered how she survived without those orbs.

"So, what do you say about my suggestion?" He asked her with a knowing glint in his eyes.

"What?" She seemed startled and had completely forgotten what he was talking about.

"Lunch? Remember? That's what we were talking about…" 

Marissa's mind was racing, thinking hard. She could feel conflicting emotions and knew this was not her right to sit and eat with him.

He had been crystal clear about his priorities in life. She didn't want to complicate things in her life any further.