Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 511

Chapter 511: 511- Silent Pact
(One week later, after the planned murders of Valerie, Dorian, and Alaric)

When Marissa Sinclair stepped inside the living room, she stopped dead in her tracks. Her daughter, who had become an influencer and was gaining popularity in such a short time, was sitting back on the couch with her laptop on her lap.

However, this was not what made her shocked.

Her father and her fiancé were sitting on the floor fixing the straps of her sandals. Both of them were holding her feet.

Yup!

That was the condition that Rafael had put forward in front of George. After marriage, the couple was supposed to live with Rafael and Marissa for two years. Rafael wanted to spoil her at his best.

But he couldn’t stop his daughter’s fiancé from doing the same. So, they came up with something feasible for both of them.

Any word coming out of Abigail’s mouth was supposed to be taken as a command by both men.

At the start, Abigail did try to protest. But Ariel and Marissa had to make her understand that it was just for two years, and after that, she only had to handle one crazy man.

George Donovan!

Marissa pursed her lips as her eyes darted to her daughter’s cute protruding belly. She was six months pregnant.

Her pregnancy had come as a surprise to Marissa and a shock to Rafael, but the family made him understand that now his princess had grown up into a woman and had a mind of her own.

She was no more a six-year-old kid and could make her own choices.

Her love for George Donovan was evident in her eyes and Rafael Sinclair could do anything for her happiness. Even if that involved marrying her off to him.

“Mom!” Her face lit up as soon as she spotted Marissa, “My wedding gown is ready. They’re bringing it today so that I can try that.”

George and Rafael’s job was done, and now they were both standing up.

“Have you told Marissa about her sister and Alaric? That they were found dead in Dorian’s basement?” George asked Rafael in a whisper before pouring wine into his glass.

Rafael’s eyes stayed on his wife and daughter. They were both discussing something while scrolling through the tab.

“Nah!” he muttered before taking a sip of his wine, “Nor I’m planning to. Maybe in the future,” he said with a casual shrug, “I should have done it a long time back. I don’t know how my princess bore that shitty treatment from them.”

He emptied his glass quickly but couldn’t hide his pain from George Donovan’s sharp eyes.

George placed his hand on his soon-to-be father-in-law’s shoulder, “Now she is in safe hands, Rafael,” he reminded him softly.

Ever since they came to know about Alaric’s abuse towards her, they had mutually decided secretly to end the lives of these three people who could create trouble in Abigail’s life.

“Have you told Abi, what you did to Dorian Shitty Maxwell?” Rafael asked him, and he shook his head.

“No, Rafael. I couldn’t. Nor am I planning to. I don’t think I can share this with her. Ever!” Rafael nodded in understanding.

This was the only secret they both would be hiding from their wives for a lifetime.

Why this secrecy?

Because they both wanted to keep their family safe from any emotional drama or any future trauma.

Because their strong-willed but kind-hearted life partners would never be able to digest that the men they trusted most, preferred to kill their enemies in cold blood.

Both the men jerked a little as Ariel came inside while speaking loudly to someone on the phone, “What do you mean by that? I told you to reach here before evening because my sister has to go to a restaurant for a food review…”

Her voice was so loud that the people present there wanted to plug their index fingers into their ears.

“Hey. Relax!” Abigail got up to hug her sister, who was arranging everything for her wedding. The dress, shoes, venue, and all the other necessary details.

The poor soul was under too much stress nowadays, so that her pregnant sister could stay stress-free.

“How is my niece doing?” Ariel tapped her sister’s tummy with a smile and then leaned forward to kiss it, “Hey buddy. Your aunt here!”

Marissa started placing taco trays that Celine and Caleb made together by chopping veggies and making different sauces.

Rafael and George looked at each other and then bumped their fists before heading to the taco table.

A silent pact that this would always stay between them.

***

Abigail was back after getting her review recorded in the restaurant. The video would be available by the next morning.

“Hello, little dove,” the deep, husky voice made her stop dead in her tracks. A smile graced her lips when she saw George coming to her, wearing a fitted sleeveless tee that clung to his toned frame, paired with cargo shorts.

Her bodyguard, who had instructions to stay with her twenty-four-seven, stopped near the door when he saw George hugging his wife.

She did notice her parents coming into the living room along with her siblings, however, she still went ahead with that kiss.

Because why not? Her crazy pregnancy hormones were craving for this.

The only thing she missed was the two familiar figures standing right behind Marissa.

“I’m so tired,” she murmured against her fiancé’s neck, “Can you take me to our room?”

“I will, honey,” he held her shoulders gently and turned her to face her family, “I just wanted to surprise you with something… or maybe someone…” he finished meaningfully.

Not understanding what was going on, Abi didn’t miss the mischievous grin on Ariel and Alex’s faces.

“Surprise? How many surprises are you planning to give me, love?” Her eyes were searching for something on everyone’s face until she spotted who was standing there, along with her family.

“Oh, my God!” With a racing heart, she thought she was dreaming. She turned in confusion to look at George, who nodded softly, “Go ahead. Meet them.”

Forgetting for a moment she was pregnant, Abigail raced towards the duo standing there with a smile, looking at her pregnant figure in disbelief.

“Abigail!” they both called her name.

“I can’t believe it! Liam! Lisa! Where were you two, you jerks?”