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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

George had just finished the meeting and was waiting for Ariel when Paige informed him that Anaya Jakes was outside his office.

"Please send her in," he tried to sound more professional, straining to suppress his happiness. He hastily got up and dashed to the door to welcome her.

The office door was opened, and Anaya peeked inside with that cute tilt of her head.

"Hello, ma'am," he grabbed her wrist to draw her inside and shut the door, "Welcome to my office," his arms were wrapped around her waist as he looked down at her flushed face.

"Happy birthday again," she raised the packet of crisps to his eye level, "You left this in my locker?"

"I left this in your locker!" he nodded and kissed her lips.

"Somebody might have noticed, George," she tried pushing him away by placing her palm on his chest, but he didn't budge.

463- Voices and Faces.