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he loves me, and for me, he'd sacrifice his life. So I'm fulfilling him of that duty."
     
    "If your plan was all set, then what was the bloody need to pretend to love me for such a long time?"  Chantelle asked him, intrigued. "I was so stupid, I thought you liked me, and on that ship ... I thought ..."
     
    "You think of a lot of things, don't you?" Ronan said bitterly. He was no longer the sweet, romantic man that Chantelle had fallen in love with, now, he was a foul bastard, who showed that he didn't care about anything other than himself. "I made this fake romance because it's important that Noah thinks we've got a natural love relationship and nothing was rushed."
     
    Chantelle felt a little hurt by what Ronan said, because the romance felt so real to her. She actually thought that Ronan had feelings for her. "So, what do I have to do?" Chantelle sighed, long and hard.
     
    "You're going to have to marry me then, aren't you?" Ronan grinned, his face fixed with an untrustworthy look.
     
    Chantelle looked shocked. There was no way that she wanted to get married to Ronan now, especially after everything that had just happened, all in a rush.
     
    "Don't worry," Ronan said, interrupting her thoughts. "This wedding will be just like a business deal. It'll be nothing serious."
     
    "And then?" Chantelle pushed on.
     
    "First things first, baby. Are you in?" Ronan asked with a devilish smirk.
     
    Slowly but surely, Chantelle nodded her head. She had nothing left to lose. "I'm in," she confirmed.
     
    CHAPTER THIRTEEN
    THE PEN
     
    Noah was practising his racing on the tracks of his stud farm, as fast as he could, whilst Leonardo timed him. When he finally reached the finish line, Leonardo waddled up to him in his cowboy boots. "Exactly two minutes and seven seconds, sir," Leonardo stated matter of factly.
     
    "And seven seconds," Noah repeated, his voice bitter. "I need to banish those seconds." He paused, and then continued to talk to Leonardo about a different topic. "Anyway, yesterday, I denied signing some of Jacob Hoover's papers. Can you go and discuss it with him?" Someone caught Noah's eye. "Look, he's walking over to us now." Noah indicated Jacob Hoover, who was walking towards them.
     
    "Hi Noah!" Jacob said in a business like way, his voice a little too enthusiastic, and it had a sarcastic edge to it. "I think the amount of times you've rode a horse is so great that no other animal could compete with it." They shook hands. Since Jacob Hoover was complimenting Noah, it was clear that he wanted something.
     
    "That's not the only animal I've rode with. There's also you on that list," Noah said, pretending for it to be a joke all though he actually meant it. But Jacob did see it as a joke, and he roared with laughter.
     
    "That's a good one. That's a good joke," Jacob grinned.
     
    "OK, let's talk about work," Noah said seriously. "Why are you here now? What is it that you want?"
     
    "I heard that the stud farm is mortgaged by the bank and all that crap." Jacob said vaguely. "If you like, I can stop that happening for you. In exchange for clearing the bank settlement I'm willing to give you ten million dollars, if you sell this stud farm to me."
     
    Noah laughed at Jacob as if he was stupid. "Did you know what  I've heard? Those people who have small brains are the people that talk too much." He picked up a damp cloth and pat it on his face, which was sweating after the tough racing practice..
     
    "I don't understand." Jacob frowned. " Those people who have small brains are the people that talk too much. What do you mean by that?"
     
    "That's the thing, Jacob. You don't understand. These horses, this stud farm ... they all gallop in my home. Racing is my passion, my life. Stallion's is something I love, something that's in my blood It's not for sale, no matter what you offer. I will never sell it."
     
    Jacob frowned.
    Then, Leonardo bounded up to Noah.
     
    "Sir, here are the papers," he said.
     
    "Can I