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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

Rafael looked at the young couple hugging each other just a few moments back and was now standing there with guilt-stricken faces.

Rafael knew the boy. He was the same one who accompanied her to the bookstore.

"Excuse me," Marissa stepped back and then left the kitchen in a hurry. The boy seemed stuck in the awkward situation. But then maybe he didn't want to stay back and decided to follow Valerie's younger sister.

Rafael cleared his throat and looked around the small living room. He didn't want to give the impression that he was here for the other girl. The poor guy didn't know that he had been an open book to Valerie who knew what he wanted all along.

"Can we sit somewhere?" he suggested, and Valerie's face palmed with an embarrassed chuckle.

"Look at me! I'm such a crappy host. Please take a seat," When he sat down, she moved closer to sit beside him.

327- Cunning Grin