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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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Kate was staring at the ceiling without a speck of clothing on her body. The room that was given to them was so gorgeous that the only word that came to her mind was...

Classy.

More than a hotel room, it felt like a movie set. The bed was a massive canopy thing, draped in silky sheets and cushions.

She was sure that it was so soft and so pristine that she must have dirtied it by merely touching it.

Her eyes glanced up to see the massive crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. It literally felt like it was throwing sparkles everywhere in the room. The carpet was so plush that she needed to hold John's arm to reach the bed.

This was so overwhelming. This super posh space was giving her royal vibes. She was already feeling like a princess. 

That would be the life, she would have, once she got to Valerie Sinclair. Once she would be a millionaire, she would like to stay in such hotels while traveling.