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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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173- VIP Floor Cards

Dean looked at the woman who had been doing nothing except whining from the moment she sat her foot here.

She and her daughter-in-law seemed to know nothing but used to claim as if they were the ones who were running MSin.

"Every branch is different, ma'am. We are supposed to follow orders given by Mr. Joseph or Mr. Sinclair," he said stoically.

"Fine!" she raised one shoulder in style, "Can you ask the event people to gather in the conference room? I need to know all the details about it."

Dean wanted to bang his head on the nearby wall, "Mrs. Sinclair. You attended the presentation last time," he pointed out, but she started shaking her head. 

"I need to know the individual planning, Dean. Just gather them. Ok?" she lovingly patted his shoulder and went to the office that Dean assigned her last time.

He could still hear the heels clicking in the hall.