JessicaKaye911

"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

Before midnight, she left the hostel and took a cap to George's apartment building. Halfway there, she realized she had forgotten her phone.

Once she reached the reception, she waited for the manager to finish his call. The man had seen her with George and was trying to convince someone to fix the garden tap before the tenants came after him.

Like a good girl, she decided to wait while all she wanted to do was hold him by the collar and ask him to call George down.

She was standing there with her feet, aching in exhaustion. She was still deciding if she should protest when the entrance door behind her flew open making her flinch and a girl came inside with an easygoing aura.

"Sweetheart. I need to go to my boyfriend's apartment. You know me, right?" she didn't even care that he was busy on the phone. Aniya tilted her head, and she thought she was imagining it.

461- Darling