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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's eyes were still closed, and she could feel Rafael's fingers running through her hair. For a minute she thought it was a hilarious situation.

She was in the President's office, sitting on the President's lap, while he was settled on the floor, making sure that she felt comfortable.

Very slowly he was making his way back into her heart. The false walls around her were gradually crumbling down making her more vulnerable.

If he would stay this persistent then she was sure, one day… or maybe one night, she might be begging him to spend the night with her. Like a proper committed husband.

The only question that was bugging at the back of her mind was if he thought she was innocent, then why wasn't he confronting his mom and her elder wicked sister?

Why wasn't he holding their collars?

210- White Palace Is Booked