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they’d lost after the shoot, when they were alone. She’d
bare her soul about her health and hope he understood what had driven her to do
what she’d done.
                 And
if he didn’t?
                 Fear
crouched in her heart. God help them both then.
                 When
they arrived at the shoot, the producer was waiting for her with a smile that
looked strained. Leila suspected Siobhan’s patience had been tested by the
little man beside her who was the representative of the client—Coltere
Fragrance.
                 It
was well known that this client often caused trouble on the set. She only hoped
that Siobhan could keep him in line.
                 That
thought had barely crossed her mind before the client snapped, “Who’s he?”
                 “My
husband,” Leila answered, aware the only way to deal with him was to dare the
little man to object. “Is that a problem?”
                 “Guests
are a distraction,” the client said.
                 That
was a fact she couldn’t dispute. Especially tall, arrogant husbands who
commanded attention! But Rafael had been to some of her earlier shoots and she’d
not suffered from his presence. Surely now wouldn’t be any different? And if it
did?
                 She
would take control. She was, after all, a professional. For this little man to
assume otherwise was an insult to her.
                 “I’ve
been in this business long enough to know how to focus,” Leila said.
                 “Of
course you do. Now let’s be off,” Siobhan said, putting an end to the man’s
rant.
                 Rafael
kept his distance from the overbearing client by pacing the back of the vast
hall in the villa. But he’d only retreated here after he’d seen that Leila and
her producer had the client in control.
                 Watching
his wife deal with her business made his chest swell with pride. She was nerves
of steel draped in silk and poise. It was clear that she oversaw every detail
on the set, and was quick to voice her opinion—and will—when necessary.
                 She
commanded respect. And she got it without question. He could understand why she
was reluctant to abandon her career, yet he couldn’t see how she could do
justice to this and motherhood too. Why
couldn’t being his wife and mother to his children be enough for her, like she’d
once dreamed of?
                 Rafael
swore under his breath and paced the length of the hall again. Being in this
mansion set him on edge, for it brought back memories of Wolfe Manor with its
lush gardens and imposing facade.
                 But
unlike his brothers’ and sister’s childhood home that had fallen into ruin,
this villa was in excellent repair, from the ornate Y-shaped staircase that
gleamed a rich walnut to the period furnishing that screamed opulence.
                 But
for all its grandeur, he still felt oppressed here. Just like he had all those
years ago as he’d stood at the back fence of Wolfe Manor and stared across the
gardens at the grand house, where his half siblings had resided.
                 He’d
longed to be invited inside. To play with his half siblings. To fully be a part
of his family. But his father had denied him that right. William Wolfe had let
it be known that Rafael didn’t belong there among his other children.
                 The
stigma of being unwanted burned his soul, even though his eldest brothers had
welcomed him into the family fold well before William Wolfe had died. He’d
still been the outsider, the one who went back to his squalid home at night. He’d
never forged that connection siblings have just by living together, even though
they’d all endured hell that their father had heaped on them. But Rafael still
felt like the added appendage, there out of Jacob’s and