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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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279- Faded

"It's been three fuc*king days and still no sign of my husband!" Marissa shouted angrily. Her hands were balled into tight fists by her sides, "he was a whole human being not a mere insect or a fly that you couldn't locate him."

"Mrs. Sinclair," the police chief offered her a pack of Kleenex and that was when she realized that she was crying, sitting in the damn police station.

She pulled some angrily into her fists and started wiping her face roughly.

"Mrs. Sinclair. We understand, how you must be feeling…"

"No, you don't!" she shot at them, "No, you don't understand what I'm feeling because you aren't the one to face your kids. How can you explain this to five-year-old kids that their father … he is … missing…"

The officer kept his gaze lower. He could understand the pain and he was trying his best. 

"Mrs. Sinclair. I promise you. We will have something positive this evening. I promise you."