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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

"I'll do the dishes," he announced before taking the dishes to the kitchen.

"You're rich. Don't you have servants for doing that?" she asked him a serious question but that made him smile.

"I live alone. There is a cleaning lady who arrives twice or thrice a week. A chef who is only needed to prepare dinner because my breakfast is a donut and a coffee from a café. Lunch is usually skipped."

He told her the details while scooping the plates along with the dishes. She was observing him with wide eyes when his eyes narrowed into thin slits, "Won't you help me with this?"

He was expecting her to give him that same sweet smile and get on her feet. However, he was in for a surprise when shook her head, "I cooked breakfast so it's only fair if you do the dishes."

His face had that fake innocence, "I helped you in cutting those vegetables…"

Aniya wiggled her index finger, "I can give you company."

445- A*sshole!