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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

She shot the man a look, her eyes pinching with doubts. She blinked twice, trying to confirm if he was the same man.

"It's rude to stare at someone, Anaya Jakes," Paige reminded her with a sarcastic smile, but Aniya's gaze remained fixed with a questioning look at the man.

"Y-you were there this morning," she almost whispered to the man, "you h-had a heart attack!"

"What?" Instead of that man, Paige replied with a smirk, "Anaya Jakes. Are you drunk?" But Aniya's eyes stayed on the man. She was waiting for him to answer her but he was avoiding the eye contact.

"Why did you do it?" Aniya asked him again and kept the man pinned under her gaze until he started feeling uneasy.

"I … I don't know you, miss. Who're you?" he mumbled the question. The other two janitors had stopped packing the stuff and were regarding Aniya and the man with quiet curiosity.

453- Mr. Desanto