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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 stirred, stretching her arms as she blinked at the space beside her. A loud yawn escaped her lips as she pushed herself up on her elbows, rubbing her eyes.

"Where is George?" She mumbled to herself.

She glanced around and blinked when the door swung open and George stepped inside, his face lighting up the moment he saw her awake.

"Leave the bed, little dove," he said with a teasing grin, "Or you won't be able to sleep at night."

She let out another yawn, propping herself up, "What's the time?"

He chuckled stepping closer and sitting on the edge of the bed, "It's 1 pm. Now get up so that we can fix lunch."

Aniya groaned and flopped back onto the pillows, "What do you mean fix lunch? Are you planning to make me work again in your kitchen?"

He leaned down brushing a playful kiss against her forehead, "Of course," he then kissed her cheek and whispered near her ear, "Do you remember that you aren't wearing your clothes?"

449- Dorian Maxwell