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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

In her excitement, the girl didn't even notice his presence and walked past him while his gaze followed her till she got into a bus.

He came out of the trance and realized his blunder. He should have asked her name. Or at least about her whereabouts.

He didn't even know where she lived and where she worked. If she was his office employee, she wouldn't have left the office.

"F*ck! Why do I even care?" Muttering under his breath he went to his office and was still too engrossed thinking something when Paige Fletcher placed his coffee mug on the desk.

"Ms. Fletcher," she paused near the door and tilted her body a little. Boss never liked talking before finishing his coffee. It was a routine.

Usually, one needed to discuss the appointments and meetings with Mr. Donovan after that coffee cup. Not before that.

"Send the security in charge to my office," he told her without glancing at her.

432- Safe Hands