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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?

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113- Kate's Plans

Kate pushed open the apartment door, balancing her brown paper bags filled with bakery stuff against her hip as she came inside.

The smell of fresh bread and pastries filled her small kitchen. She set the bags on the kitchen counter and sighed in relief.

Heading to the fridge she took a bottle of ice water and glued it to her mouth instead of using the glass.

After emptying almost half of the bottle, she placed it with a thud and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

Leaving behind the bread, she picked up the bags with pastries and croissants and started walking to the living room.

Her kitchen was right at the entrance and after a small narrow passage, there was the living room. That was the reason she couldn't see Amir lounging on the couch, his feet up on the coffee table.

He barely glanced up from his phone as she entered the living room.