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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 landing at Sangua Airport, the first thing Aniya did, was to head to a motel. Her job interview was lined up with Star Corps the next day and she wanted to be fully prepared for it.

Liam and Lisa had come to the airport to drop her. Now sitting in a cab, going to the motel, she rolled down the window and took out her face.

The breeze was cool against her face. Aniya closed her eyes and let it brush against her face, tangling her bob-styled hair in wild strands.

She felt alive as if the air itself was whispering promises of new beginnings.

With the loud honk of a car, she opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. The modest buildings, colorful signs advertising local eateries, and small shops.

Finally, the cab pulled up in front of a small motel with a flickering neon sign that read, "Rest Haven."

431- Anaya Jakes