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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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74- Soft Body

Leaning to the wall of her bathroom, she was trying to control her hammering heart.

Last night…

Last night, he was the one she kissed. He was the one she felt under her palms.

He was the one who made her stop otherwise she wanted to go further.

She took the shower absent-mindedly and then didn't know how to come out. She shouldn't have shown him her weakness.

Standing on the bathroom floor in nothing but her robe was making her sweat again when someone knocked on the door.

"Marissa," she heard his gentle voice, "Come out."

"I'm not done yet," she called out tiredly.

"Yes, you are. There has been no shower sound for the past few minutes. Come out!"

He was right. She couldn't spend her whole life in the damn bathroom.

She opened the door slowly and thankfully he was dressed now. All skin was covered under that t-shirt and cotton trousers.