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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

The lunch at Brander's went well where Ariel was the one who did most of the talking.

George had been buried in work lately. Not only in work but in Anaya Jakes too, barely managing to make time for his childhood friend, but now, she was filling that space by talking about her friends and university.

Her voice bubbled up with excitement, every time she used to mention this specific handsome professor.

"You're quite popular among my friends. They think you have turned colder, more ruthless… You talk less… you smile rarely," she told him, swirling the last sip of wine in her glass before taking a slow sip.

His tall frame was leaning back in his chair, all relaxed, staring at her lazily while holding a glass of wine in one hand. He studied her with an amused expression.

She wasn't wrong, he had changed over the years. His close ones could feel how mature he had gotten. The edge of quiet authority hadn't been there before.

464- Real Drama