Carnival Of Lust(Ronaldo sequel)

Chapter 20-Bells part 2(Series Finale)

*Authors final note*

:*( Well this is the end of this story. I loved writing about Cristiano and Paige and now their happily ever after has finally come. I tell you, it was hard to write an ending because I really did not want to end this story because I loved the characters so much. I came from a long way with this story. In Rock The Rants, I started it on Quizilla and I continued it on Wattpad. Carnival Of Lust was also started on Quizilla but was never published. I guess I like the system here on Wattpad because of the option to comment. On Quizilla you could not. I know this took a while to get out but I wanted this to be long. I took my time writing this so I really hope that you guys like this! Please give me reviews and tell me which story you want to go onto next. I am going to write into Viperous again soon, I just haven't really had the time. The new semester started and I have like 10 classes this semester so I am literally covered in books and notes.

I love you Madridistas(:

*Paige*

Everything seemed way too surreal. Everyone I love surrounding me in the bridal changing room--or whatever it is called, messing with my hair, make up, nails, ect. Belle bent down slightly so that she can do my eye shadow up the way that I had always done it when I go to a special occasion. As she stood up once more, something caught my eye.

I know what it was. I have had it happen to me twice.

"Belle, can I ask you a question?" My voice was hushed, I did not want anyone being nosey and exposing Belle's, hopeful, secret. She continued to focus on my face but managed to make a "mmm" noise.

My young friend's eyes were full of youth, still full of curiosity, but it was also filled with hurt. Remorse. At only 20 years old, she is feeling pain that possibly only an older adult could behave toward.

I moved in close to Belle, causing her to raise an eyebrow but she still continued to do my make up.

"Are you pregnant?"

This made her stop doing my make up completely. Her already big brown eyes grew in size and her lips formed a small 'o' form. "How-"

"Did you forget that I have a baby boy? I can tell a pregnant belly when I see one."

She placed a single hand over her small baby bump, sighing wistfully. "It's his."

By "his" I already knew that she was talking about that other football player Neymar. I could tell that Belle didn't want to touch too much into the subject, after all, this was suppose to be a happy day. She managed to throw me a smile, but it was obvious that it was a facade. "Don't worry too much, tonight at the reception you can party hardy."

She chuckled softly. "You are so lame."

"Well I am old." I laughed as Belle smacked her lips with an eye roll. "Yeah, okay."

As the buzzing of eager woman reduced significantly, I gazed as myself for the last time. My face was beautified and I wore a crazy gorgeous gown made by Isabelle Torres. If I looked back in time and told myself that I'd be here about to marry Cristiano Ronaldo, I'd check myself into a mental institution. Tonight, I will be a married woman.

"You look beautiful." My parents spoke in unison, almost causing my heart to stop. Upon seeing them, I felt tears brimming my eyes. "Mom, dad!" I grabbed them in my arms, squeezing them tightly.

"Now if Cristiano ever gives you a problem, you let me know." My father said as he pretended to crack his knuckles. We all knew that my father wouldn't hurt a fly, but I was his only daughter.

"My grandson looks so handsome!" My mother cooed, pulling our her phone to show me the numerous pictures she took of Benjamin. I couldn't help but gush over my little man as well. He wore a black tux with a baby blue tie and a blue handkerchief in the front pocket of his jacket. "He's getting so big"