A Shattered hearts dreams

Sequel to 'Some life for a princess hey?'

Chapter number 1. three years on.

Martha McKenzie slipped off her sand shoes and slowly walked down the sandy path to the beach just across from the mansion she lived in with her family in the city. She took in a deep breath of the fresh air and the smell of the ocean and fresh air, three years had passed since that night where the love of her life had walked away and shattered her heart on his way out and six years since she had actually been able to call him hers, and only hers.

Since then she'd sorted out her life, it wasn't complete, but she held her head high every day and remembered to be thankful for what she did have, she had to admit, even though her love life hadn't been on track for years, everything else about her life was something to be happy about. One of those things to be happy about was her family, even though Brett, Roo and Rose weren't biologically her family, the four of them still were a family. Roo and Brett had gotten Married just over a year ago and after that they had all lived together happily.

Rose was not only her best friend, but her sister, they did almost everything together, and got through everything together, and later that year Martha was going to be her maid of honour when she would marry her high school sweet heart, Boyd Hoyland. Martha was happy for her, back in the days when they were at Sasha's she'd often hear Rose mention his name, still completely in love with him, the two of them were made for each other, everyone could tell just from looking at them together.

Martha still sometimes talked to her biological mother, Beth Hunter, but they only caught up about once every month or two, mainly because of all the tension between Martha and Jack, the attraction was still there, but any other connection between them that they one had, any love or respect, had all been destroyed, there was a point where it was fixable, but on thing changed that, one thing that was destructive, one thing that made Martha sick, one thing that walked allover him in front of her, rubbing it in her face, his wife, Serena. She was beautiful, Martha had to hand that to her, her beauty blinded Jack from reality, she was a gold digger, a spoilt brat, a girl who played hard forget, she had high standards, nothing less, she got what she wanted, no matter what, and she felt threatened by no one... except of course, Martha. Serena wasn't stupid, she knew Martha and Jack were made for each other, that's why she made sure that ever last hope they had for love was destroyed.

He believed everything she said, her fell for her, and he fell for her hard. He never realized his blindness like everyone around him did, but no one dared say a thing, they didn't want to be the one to ruin his happiness, even though that happiness was of evil forces. Martha had tried to warn him off, but he snapped at her, she still remembered it all like it was yesterday.

"You know she's using you Jack" she had told him.

But by then it was too late, he'd already been blinded, "No Martha this doesn't have anything to do with Serena, it's about us isn't it? Well you know what? I don't care, you can just get over it cause there isn't an 'us' any more and there never will be.

It hurt her that he'd snapped at her like that, she could see the mistakes he was making, but he wouldn't stop to see it himself. That was the last thing she'd said to him, she didn't want to get hurt again, but she did, just from seeing her all over him like she was and Serena's little comments she would make to her after when all she wanted to do was be alone made things even worse, "oh dear, crying over spilt milk are we now?" or "Oh, couldn't all daddy dearest's money get you a man as good as mine". She was a cow! A complete cow!

"She's only doing this cause she knows your a better person then her" Rose had told her, "You've got what she hasn't, she doesn't have a heart, and as long as you have a heart, you'll win every time, even if it doesn't seem that way now".

'If only that were true' Martha thought, 'he can't see past her blond hair and skimpy outfits. He used to listen to me, but now he doesn't want to know me'...