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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

Aniya slumped onto Lisa's worn-out couch, pulling a cushion on her lap. Her apartment smelled of coffee right now and Aniya found the place a little cozy.

"So, you're telling me that your mom ALLOWED you to come here…" Lisa asked, raising a brow as she brought two mismatched mugs of coffee.

"Allowed?" Aniya asked shrugging, "Encouraged. She Encouraged me to hang out with you more often as she wants me to spend maximum time with you. Can you believe it?" she asked her in excitement.

After placing the mugs on the coffee table, Lisa sat cross-legged on the armchair. She clearly seemed skeptical, "Since when does she care about who you hang out with?"

"Ah. Since recently," Aniya offered her a sheepish grin. She knew Lisa was mad, but she didn't want to mind those drilling questions. After all, she was the only one who cared for her when no one else did.

"Lisa!" Aniya leaned forward to pick up her coffee mug, "She's trying. Ok? Really… she is…"

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