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"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?

Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets

Marissa made a pout when her eyes fluttered open and then a trace of a smile touched her lips. For a moment, she wanted to stay in bed but then she reminded herself that she was a mom who needed to attend to her kids before they woke up.

Her hand reached out and grabbed the clock from the nightstand. The moment she glanced at it, her eyes widened, and she bolted upright with a racing heart.

"What the… shit! OMG! It's late!" Mumbling to herself she scrambled out of the bed. In her rush, she stumbled over the tangled sheets and nearly fell.

"Urgh! Clumsy you! Get a grip. My babies must be hungry," Sophia had to leave early morning and she usually didn't rely on Flint due to the old man's odd schedule.

"Strange. Why didn't the kids barge in my room?" she muttered hurrying out of the bedroom.

107- Burnt Breakfast