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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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365 Chs

295- I Am Sorry

Valerie wanted peace that's why she chose to sit at the back of this cheap café, nursing a cup of lukewarm coffee.

She never liked this café. It was too ordinary and too simple for her usual standards. She always preferred high-end ones but today she was here for some mental clarity. With the limited budget, she couldn't spend the money carelessly.

Her credit cards were blocked, and the family heirlooms were stolen. She couldn't even file a case against anyone as they were never hers in the first place.

She had enough jewelry for a few years of sustainability, yet she had to spend every penny carefully.

Her fingers were tracing the cup handle, absentmindedly. Even the color of the coffee was pathetic.

"Do I have to visit such places now? Why oh, why!" she rested her forehead on the table. Not in her wildest dreams had she ever imagined such a life for herself.