JessicaKaye911

"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

Lisa called her last night but hadn't reached the restaurant. Aniya was getting worried for her since Lisa hadn't even responded to her messages.

"Hey, Mom. I'll check on Lisa after work. I think she might be sick," after typing it, she placed a small band around her short hair.

She sent this quick text to Valerie and got busy with her tasks.

When her shift was over, she went straight to Lisa's apartment. However, when she got there her apartment was locked up tight. She wasn't home.

"Where is she?" She mumbled to herself and dialed her number again.

Feeling uneasy, she started walking home. It was a ten-minute drive but walking usually took at least twenty to twenty-five minutes.

She shoved her hands in her jacket pockets and kept her head down, trying not to overthink.

422- Game?