The Prisoners Princess (Book 2)
Bethany D · Ongoing · 41.6k Words
)
Introduction
Torn away from Coban Santorelli without warning, without closure, and without a choice, Margot is thrust into a new nightmare disguised as perfection - a military-controlled town where pastel houses, smiling wives, and neatly curated lives hide something far more sinister beneath the surface.
This isn’t freedom.
It’s control.
Every move is watched. Every step is calculated. Every girl from the first wave is now a suspect in a deadly incident no one will explain. Stripped of their purpose and cut off from the men they were bound to, the women are forced into isolation, obedience… and silence.
But Margot isn’t the same girl who entered the project.
Not anymore.
But she does worry… will Coban ever be set free? And if he is… then will he ever come looking for her?
Chapter 1
Book 2 / Please read Book 1 'The Prison Project' first - Hope you enjoy! :)
Margot's POV
Everything hurt.
My head hung forward, chin nearly touching my chest as the truck rattled violently beneath me, every bump in the road sending sharp jolts through my already aching body.
My wrists burned.
Cold metal cuffs dug into my skin, locked tight behind my back, cutting off any sense of comfort or balance. I couldn't even shift properly without feeling the strain in my shoulders.
Tears slid silently down my cheeks.
I didn't even bother wiping them away either.
Because what the hell was the point anymore?
No one cared about how hard this was for any of us...
My heart felt like it had cracked open in my chest, as my mind replayed everything that had just happened to us in the last twenty-four hours...
When we first got off the boat, we had all been divided in to large army trucks, ten to one.
We'd been driving for hours to an unknown location, before finally, one soldier announced that we had arrived at the town...
That was when they started to off load each of us - one by one - leaving only myself and Cara left now...
Everyone else was gone.
The truck jerked a little again, tires crunching, before coming to a slow, grinding halt.
This was the routine, drive a few metres, stop, someone gets taken out, repeat...
Only this time, it would be the hardest goodbye!
The heavy doors at the back swung open with a violent clang, sunlight flooding in again.
Too bright out there.
Too harsh!
"Cara Owens!" He yelled too loud, as though we weren't sat only centimetres from these damn soldiers!
I squeezed my eyes shut, my chest tightening painfully, before turning to watch...
She stood up shakily from beside me, her hands still cuffed like mine, her face pale and terrified as two soldiers reached in and violently yanked at her.
She shrieked a little, and I instantly tried to move.
Tried to stand.
Tried to protest.
Tried to help...
"Don't grab her like that..." Was all I had managed to get out.
Before-
Crack!
Pain exploded across my face, my head snapping to the side as the blow landed hard against my eye - sending me flying backwards on to the floor of the truck - arms twisted up behind my back as I screamed loudly...
"Learn some fucking respect!" One of the soldiers snarled.
I saw stars briefly, blinking to process.
And Cara...
God... Cara had looked at me like it was all her fault.
"I'm sorry - Margot, I'm so sorry-"
"It's not you," I'd tried to tell her, my voice thick with tears. "It's not your fault..."
But they'd already been dragging her away by that point...
The doors slammed shut before I could see where she went and the present snapped back into place as the truck jolted forward again, sending me rolling.
I propped myself up, my back against the base of the bench I'd once sat on...
Now it was just me.
All alone.
My eye throbbed violently now, swollen and pulsing with every beat of my heart as my head spun trying to process that I'd just been hit.
My body felt heavy.
Exhausted.
Drained.
But numb now...
We'd been driving for hours today - endless hours.
Some of the girls had even fallen asleep along the way... curled awkwardly against the metal walls, too tired to keep fighting it.
But I couldn't sleep.
Not even for a second.
Because every time I closed my eyes, I just saw him.
Coban.
The way he looked at me that morning.
The way he tried to reach me.
The way they pulled me away from him like I meant nothing. The way I didn't know that'd be the last time I saw him...
My chest tightened sharply.
Stop.
Don't think about it.
Don't.
The truck slowed again seconds later.
Stopping for the final time...
My breath caught in my throat as the doors flew open again - the light pooling in.
"Margot Belle!" a voice barked, as I flinched seeing the two new soldiers. "Out. Now."
The two of them stood there, scanning the empty truck before their eyes landed on me - a heap in the corner.
Of course I had to be the last one!
I pushed myself up slowly, my legs weak, my balance off without having my hands free to steady me.
My shoulder throbbed from the action, and as I attempted to step forward, I stumbled, before a hand shot out, gripping my arm roughly to keep me upright.
"Move." He hissed, as I jumped down from the truck, my feet hitting solid ground as a wave of dizziness washed over me.
Pins and needles shot through my legs as I blinked rapidly, my face wet with tears, trying to focus through my one good eye.
And then...
I saw it.
The town.
My breath caught.
It was... wrong?
That was the only way to describe it.
Too perfect...
Rows of neat houses stretched out in every direction, painted in soft, pastel colours - pale blues, pinks, soft yellows - all lined up with unnatural precision.
The grass trimmed.
The streets spotless.
Flowers everywhere.
Everything looked... staged?
Like a film set.
My mind scrambled for the memory of that movie...
The Stepford Wives! That's it!
That same eerie, artificial perfection...
That same unsettling stillness...
My stomach turned.
This wasn't a town.
It was a damn cage for us!
Just dressed up prettier as a disguise...
The first soldier stepped up beside me, his grip still firm on my arm as he guided - no, pushed - me forward.
We stopped outside one of the houses.
Pale blue door.
Of course...
It looked cute.
Another lie!
"There are cameras positioned around the perimeter," he recited flatly, like he'd said it a hundred times already today. "We'll know if you attempt to leave and you'll be punished accordingly."
I didn't respond.
Didn't trust my voice.
"This is yours. You will remain inside," he continued. "Get familiar. Get comfortable."
Comfortable?!
A hollow laugh almost escaped me...
"Once all participants are housed, someone will arrive to brief you on the next phase."
Participants...
Not prisoners.
Not captives.
We were participants again?
I nodded slowly.
What choice did I have?
"Good," he said shortly, finally releasing my arm as he moved to unlock the unnecessary handcuffs we were all placed in.
"Go on," he jerked his head toward the door. "Everything you need is inside."
Everything I need...
My chest tightened painfully.
No.
Everything I needed... was back there.
In that prison.
With him...
I turned toward the house slowly, my gaze lingering on the pale blue door.
In any other life... I might've thought this little house was beautiful.
Perfect, even...
But now?
It felt like walking straight into a nightmare.
A controlled one.
A designed one.
A prison disguised as freedom.
My wrists throbbed as I pulled them in front of me, my eye pulsating with pain... but worst of all...
My heart ached the most.
Because I'd lost him.
For good.
Last Chapters
#35 Chapter 35 - Horrors
Last Updated: 9/17/2026#34 Chapter 34 - The Past
Last Updated: 9/7/2026#33 Chapter 33 - The Desert
Last Updated: 8/28/2026#32 Chapter 32 - The Problem
Last Updated: 7/29/2026#31 Chapter 31 - Sirens
Last Updated: 7/27/2026#30 Chapter 30 - Mafia Prince
Last Updated: 7/27/2026#29 Chapter 29 - Leo
Last Updated: 7/22/2026#28 Chapter 28 - June
Last Updated: 7/21/2026#27 Chapter 27 - My Role
Last Updated: 7/13/2026#26 Chapter 26 - The Text
Last Updated: 7/1/2026
You Might Like 😍
Taming the bully
" Pitiful....I'll make sure you are pitied more...in Hunsberg university, don't you think? "
" Soon you'll be so pitiful, it will get so extreme that each and every people in there will feel sorry and disgusted by your pathetic life. I'll make you find yourself wishing that it would be better if you're never born."
......
Jennie Wilson POV
She was a poor, a daughter of a labourer and innocent girl. She gets into one of the most prestigious college in the world she always dreamed and worked hard. The Arcadia University.
A college to the elite, where children of diplomats, rich people find themselves in this exclusive university for its reputation and fastest hub to success in life.
Will Jennie Wilson be able to survive in this prestigious college?
Vincent Ainsworth
The only son of one of the largest tycoon businessman in the world. He was like fire. He was hurt and depressed. He loved his ex Eva Smith so much. His world collapsed when his ex called off their relationship. He was way beyond broken. She never looked back at him.
Since Vincent was going through depression, his friends asked Jennie Wilson to help him out, because she was the only one who could make him come out of his depression. Will she be able to repair him? Will he allow her to heal him?....or will it become WORSE.
BROKEN TRUST
Neither of them knew she was carrying his child.
Emily’s affair didn’t just end her marriage—it erased the life she thought was guaranteed. Ryan left without looking back, carrying his anger like armor and leaving Emily alone with regret she would never outrun. Three years later, fate drags them back into each other’s world, along with a little girl who has Ryan’s eyes and a truth that shatters everything he thought he knew.
Old wounds reopen, grief masquerades as rage, and love refuses to stay buried. As parenthood binds them together and the past demands accountability, Emily and Ryan must face the question neither of them is ready to answer: is broken trust the end of their story… or the beginning of a love forged through loss, forgiveness, and brutal honesty?
Chosen By The Lycan King
One Weekend with the Billionaire
I open my mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a staggered breath and a small sigh. He chuckles, a low, rough rumble and then leans down and kisses the middle of my back.
I feel the tip of him again at my entryway. He pushes in slightly, and my body comes to life again. My muscles react to his presence, contracting and loosening, as if my body is trying to suck him deep inside.
He's my husband's boss, so this is supposed to be wrong.
So why does it feel so right?
Braxton Merriweather always gets what he wants. Now, he wants her--Julia Thompson, the wife of one of his workers. From the moment he first laid eyes on her, he knew he had to possess her in every way.
When Jeff Thompson takes him up on the bargain he proposes, Braxton is shocked. He's even more surprised when Mrs. Thompson agrees.
But now that he's had a taste of her, he wants more. How can he possess a woman who's already married to someone else?
Julia feels trapped by her marriage to her high school sweetheart. In the two years since they've been married, he's changed, and not for the better. When billionaire Braxton Merriweather shows interest in her, she's flattered. And intrigued. Is it possible that one of the richest men in the world could really want her?
And if so... what does she do about her husband?
One Weekend with the Billionaire is a sexy story for mature readers.
Invincible Upon Release: The Strongest Mage
Her family looked down on him, and even she herself said coldly: “You’re not worthy of being my husband.”
Everyone thought this newly released good-for-nothing was just a poor fool who’d taken the fall for his brother.
Thorne said nothing.
He merely raised his hand, gently pressing his bride’s forehead.
In an instant, the chaos in her eyes faded. Holy light surged from beneath the church, shooting into the sky.
The world’s only candidate for the Saintess, blessed with holy power, slowly opened her clear eyes before him.
Bound by Vengeance
Then there is Xavier Romano. Cold and calculating, he revels in his dominance, finding satisfaction in the terror he instills and the power he wields. But his iron control shatters when he crosses paths with Eloisa. Her unpredictability, her unapologetic desire for vengeance, and her allure are irresistible—and dangerous. As they collide in a world where betrayal is constant and alliances are fragile, passion ignites between them, each step drawing them deeper into a forbidden obsession that neither can control. In a life defined by violence and survival, will their dangerous game be their undoing, or will it make them unstoppable?
Taste of Fate: The Vampire King's Human Mate
He reached for the back of my head and pulled me up just enough to reach my neck. When his fangs slid into me, the pain was instant, electric. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. My hands found his shoulders, clawing for something to hold. My legs kicked. Tears streamed down my cheeks.
He moaned against my throat as he drank, and the sound was devastating.
Legacy Of Dragons, Royal Dragons Book 2
Ria and the Balaur brothers never imagined how far their family would come.
After surviving betrayal, loss, and the lies that nearly destroyed everything they loved, they dedicated themselves to building a future. What began as a training facility for dragons soon grew into something far greater—a place where dragons and other species from around the world could learn, train, and thrive together.
Now the facility is flourishing. Their children have grown, many finding their own mates among dragons, shifters, and other species from distant lands. The family Ria fought so hard to protect has expanded beyond anything she once dreamed possible, bringing new friendships, new adventures, and a growing legacy of grandchildren.
As old secrets continue to surface, long-held beliefs about dragons and mixed-species bloodlines are being challenged. Truths buried for generations are finally coming to light, reshaping everything they thought they knew about their world.
The Devil’s Contract: Kiss Me Like A Lie
The air in the ballroom was suffocating, filled with the scent of expensive wine and predatory Alphas. I felt the familiar, terrifying burn start low in my stomach. My suppressants were failing. I am an Omega pretending to be a Beta, and my fiancé, Reign Montgomery, is a powerful Enigma who believes Omegas are nothing but weak whores.
I rushed to the restroom, locking myself in, praying the scent wouldn't leak. My hands shook as I dialed for help, but the door handle turned. Reign stood there. He didn't look at my face; he grabbed my wrist, pulling it to his nose, inhaling deeply. His dark, soulless eyes bore into mine. "You smell different," he whispered, his voice dangerously low. If he finds out what I really am, I’m dead.
Reign Montgomery promised himself he’d never get involved with an omega. Not romantically, not physically, not even by accident. He doesn’t trust them, doesn’t want them, and refuses to let anyone become a weakness.
Soren Fox has lived his whole life making sure no one ever learns what he truly is. An omega pretending to be a Beta, fighting in underground rings just to survive and keep his sister alive.
But one contract drags them into a dangerous partnership of lies, heat, and power, and when Soren is kidnapped, Reign realizes too late that the omega he never wanted has become the one person he can’t live without.
Accardi
“I thought you said you were done chasing me?” Gen mocked.
“I am done chasing you.”
Before she could formulate a witty remark, Matteo threw her down. She landed hard on her back atop his dining room table. She tried to sit up when she noticed what he was doing. His hands were working on his belt. It came free of his pants with a violent yank. She collapsed back on her elbows, her mouth gaping open at the display. His face was a mask of sheer determination, his eyes were a dark gold swimming with heat and desire. His hands wrapped around her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the table. He glided his fingers up her thighs and hooked several around the inside of her panties. His knuckles brushed her dripping sex.
“You’re soaking wet, Genevieve. Tell me, was it me that made you this way or him?” his voice told her to be careful with her answer. His knuckles slid down through her folds and she threw her head back as she moaned. “Weakness?”
“You…” she breathed.
Genevieve loses a bet she can’t afford to pay. In a compromise, she agrees to convince any man her opponent chooses to go home with her that night. What she doesn’t realize when her sister’s friend points out the brooding man sitting alone at the bar, is that man won’t be okay with just one night with her. No, Matteo Accardi, Don of one of the largest gangs in New York City doesn’t do one night stands. Not with her anyway.
The first of her kind
And if I don’t unite the warring factions by my twenty-fifth birthday, the prophecy will kill me. I have exactly three months left to live.
Love was never option. Survival was the only plan.
Until they showed up.
Nelson: The brutal, dominant Supreme Alpha who demands my absolute submission, waking a wolf inside me that I’ve suppressed for twelve years.
Jay: The ruthless, lethal Vampire Heir who craves my blood, feeding the dark, feral hunger I never wanted to admit.
They are sworn enemies, born to tear each other apart. But fate has a twisted sense of humor—because they are both my fated mates.
If they find out what I truly am, they’ll destroy me. But as the bond tightens and my time runs out, I’m caught between the Alpha who wants to protect my soul, and the Vampire who wants to rule my darkness.
I was born to bring peace. But loving them might just start the bloodiest war history has ever seen.
