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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

After getting his climax, he fell on top of her and when he rolled over, he took her with him. Lying under the sheets, snuggled into each other, Marissa felt like she was at last home.

This was what she had been dreaming of.

His eyes… that used to follow her whenever he was around. She had at last started enjoying her life.

"What are you thinking!" he asked her and yawned loudly. Marissa raised her head and rested her chin on his chest.

"You're awesome!" he chuckled when heard the compliment and ran his fingers through her hair to hold her head tightly and lifted his lips to kiss hard on her lips.

"You are awesome, Marissa Sinclair," it still felt good and different whenever he used to call her that, causing butterflies in her belly.

She started tracing her finger on the contours of his chest, enjoying the goosebumps that started appearing on his skin.

249- Marissa's Plan