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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

Anaya felt a sharp, uncomfortable light piercing through her closed eyelids, as if…

As if someone was shining a flashlight directly at her?

Urgh. What's happening? Who is this?

She wanted to block this light that was giving her a headache. She instinctively tried to move her arm to block it, but it felt heavy.

She wasn't able to move it as if it was made of rock.

"Uh!" A groan escaped her lips as she tried to move it again, and this time she felt like her body was made of lead. She swiped her tongue over her parched lips.

"W-water…" she muttered faintly, her voice barely above a whisper. She tried opening her eyes and then blinked several times when the vision wasn't clear.

Everything around her seemed like a blur.

Slowly, things began to come to focus. She was lying in the bed, and a familiar sterile smell was filling her nostrils.

Her gaze fell on someone sitting close to her on a chair. Someone familiar.

467- Four Days!