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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 moaned loudly when she felt his lips kissing her inner thighs.

"It's alright, little dove," she heard George's gentle voice, "Everything is allowed today if you're enjoying it," Aniya lifted her chest, grinding her head on the pillow.

"G… George… oh … oh God!" She screamed his name when she felt his finger crawling slowly near her core.

"It's OK if you don't like it," he said, and Aniya felt that smug streak in his voice as he pulled away his finger.

Urgh. This was not the time to tease. Aniya wanted to hit something on his head.

"N…No… please … George… p… please…"

"What please?" he spoke against her core which drenched more after feeling the vibration of his voice, "Tell me, little dove, what do you want."

"I … I…" she swallowed audibly, "I want … I want that… I mean … I mean I liked that… George… please do it."

She no longer knew what she wanted. The words were too incoherent to her ears.

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