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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 · 现代言情
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338 Chs

193- Wetness

Standing on the balcony of her apartment, Sophie felt the breeze that was playing with her hair. She took a sip of her wine, feeling the rich flavor on her tongue.

She just got back to Kanderton this evening. It was a long-needed break but now she was missing her little munchkins every day. 

She had been with them since their birth, and the way, they all were jumping to talk to her on the phone, was something heartwarming.

She gazed out at the city lights twinkling in the distance.

Behind her, the sliding door was gently swished open. She knew who it was.

"What are you thinking, Aunt Fia," She smiled softly when Flint called her Aunt Fia, just like the kids used to call her.

He must also be missing them.

He stepped up beside her holding the wine glass, and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, "What's on your mind, sweetheart."