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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 was too stunned to respond. The girl was already setting up, unpacking her brushes, palettes, and curling irons.

"Wow! Look at your dress!" she said chirpily and gave Aniya an approving look, "I think I should go for a soft and elegant look. If you have any preferences, let me know."

Aniya didn't have any preferences right now. She was just going with the flow, looking for a chance to contact Lisa.

"I'm sure, you will look like a princess," the girl kept speaking without realizing that the bride-to-be, was too quiet.

Aniya was standing there, gripping a chair, "Uh… D-Do you have a ph-phone?" her eyes were traveling to the door repeatedly.

The thought that Valerie might step inside the room was quite torturous.

"Phone?" the girl asked her casually, adjusting the chair, "Your mom already took it from me," she motioned Aniya to sit, "She wanted everything to be perfect for your big day."

426- Dorian Maxwell