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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

Instead of going back to Rafael's office, Marissa stayed in the conference room and engrossed herself in work. There were so many things she needed to do, and she didn't want to think about what Rafael had done.

One day he was telling her that the palace was hers and the next day he made her food desk vanish just like that. Poof!

She didn't negate Rafael's orders in front of the employees as she didn't want to show them that they weren't a team.

"Marissa!" No one was prepared for this loud voice that made everyone jump, "You have hit the lottery with his one."

Marissa tilted her head and found Peter's beaming face. He was out to visit the White Palace and now couldn't hide his excitement.

"That is the best location for my murals," Peter dragged a chair close to her, against the marble floor and sat on it, "There were so many ideas running through my mind when I was inspecting the location. That palace is a masterpiece."

232- PDA