The Rise Of The Phoenix
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  • Reads 7,987
  • Votes 117
  • Parts 106
  • Time 5h 6m
Complete, First published Apr 18
She didn't survive. She rose.
Gaia Eyala was betrayed, destroyed, and left for « dead ». But what her enemies didn't know was that she wasn't gone-she was becoming.
Now, reborn as Phoenix Noir, Gaia returns to the glamorous world of fashion in Yaoundé-not to reclaim her name, but to burn the empire built on her downfall.
With every elegant appearance, she sends a chill down the spines of those who once smiled as they stabbed her back. And as the truth begins to unravel, one thing becomes clear:
This isn't a comeback. This is vengeance.
💄 High fashion
💥 Slow-burn revenge
🖤 Secret identity
🔥 Enemies who don't see her coming
Get ready for the drama, the heat, and the reckoning.
Gaia is done being forgotten. She's ready to be feared.
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