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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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392- Sisters

"So… do all women behave oddly when they are pregnant?" Joseph asked him, swirling the wine in his glass before taking a sip.

Marissa and Sophie were back after shopping. Marissa headed to the kids' room to tuck them into the bed while Sophie had an online meeting, so she needed Rafael's study room urgently.

Rafael leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping the armrest, "You're forgetting one thing, my friend," Rafael had a sad smile on his face, "I wasn't there when she was carrying my babies," the bitter reality always used to bite him in the ass.

"Damn," Rafael muttered, his gaze fixed on the wine in his hand, "I don't even know how she looked when she became my bride."

Every time he remembered how he and Marissa were played by Valerie and Nina, used to give a bitter taste to his tongue.

Joseph leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, "It's not your fault, you know? Whatever happened back then wasn't in your control, Rafael."