⚠️KÜÇÜK YAŞTAKİ OKURLAR İÇİN UYGUN DEĞİLDİR! Eyşan Sancak... Ülkenin ilgi odağı, gözde şirketlerinden biri olan Sancak holdingin babasının trajik ölümünden sonra ki yeni sahibi. Karanlık sırlara sahip, biricik oğlu dışındaki herkese karşı sert, duygusuz, güçlü ve kesinlikle uzak durulması gereken bir kadındı. Ta ki, hayatına oğlunun bakıcısı olarak giren sevimli, hayat dolu bir genç kız onu unuttuğu kalbiyle tanıştırana kadar... Eyşan Sancak ve Larissa Güneş'in birbirlerine olan sağlıksız aşk ve bağımlılığın hikayesi. Eyşan Sancak & Larissa Güneş -❗Bu kurgu; lezbiyen, TOKSİK ve SAĞLIKSIZ ilişki ve yaş farkı içerir! (20-29) -❗Smut (+18) sahneler ve BDSM ögeleri içerir -❗Küfür ve argo içerir

𝑌/𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑛 𝐻𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐼𝑃𝐶'𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝐾𝑎𝑓𝑘𝑎 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑠. 𝐴𝑙𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ, 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑚𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑌/𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟. 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑!!! 𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝐇𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄. 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕤: 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑➪ 03-10-24 𝑃𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑➪ 03-23-24 𝐸𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑➪ 𝑬𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓⚠︎

[ON HIATUS] Working as a maid for three of the most terrifying, gorgeous, high-powered women alive was never on my bingo card. Yet here I am, cleaning furniture that costs more than my entire bloodline while trying not to cry in the walk-in pantry. Every day I get judged by women who could step on me, ruin me financially, emotionally, spiritually, sexually, or all of the above. At once. With heels. Arlecchino is basically a human lie detector with murder-mystery detective energy and eyes that probably know my search history. Signora looks like she files taxes (or not, I dunno) in couture and eats diamonds for breakfast. Kafka is the therapist-slash-author who could destroy my mental health using only a paragraph, then gently pat my head about it. My daily routine goes something like this: cook, clean, garden, get stabbed a little, get kidnapped occasionally, recover, and then immediately get pulled into more nonsense that absolutely was not included in any job description I signed. It's like the universe said, "What if we threw one overstimulated disaster maid into a murder mansion and filmed it for fun?" They keep calling me the head maid, which is hilarious considering I am literally the only maid here. Somehow I'm still hanging on. Through the flirting, the near-death experiences, the emotional whiplash and the slow realization that I might be developing Stockholm Syndrome but make it cute. Also, surprise, the story is a romantic comedy fused with a psychological thriller and sprinkles of emotional devastation. You know, for flavor. And maybe... maybe I'm not just barely surviving anymore. Maybe this mansion is starting to feel like home. Haha. No. Absolutely not. Probably.