His Private Hell - Chapter 135: Chapter 135

It started with a reflection.
A shimmer.
A crack in the mirror.
Eella stared at herself in the motel bathroom, the steam curling around her bare shoulders, the red of her lipstick smeared like blood down her chin.
Only it wasn’t her reflection anymore.
It blinked when she didn’t.
Tilted its head with no echo.
And then it smiled.
Her knees almost gave out.
Because the face in the mirror was hers—but not.
It was sharper.
Younger.
Crueler.
The way she might’ve been if the world hadn’t broken her heart—but hollowed it out instead.
She reached for the mirror.
It didn’t move.
Didn’t copy.
It watched.
Then it said, in her voice—
“Found you.”
And shattered into a thousand shards.
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She woke Garrison with a scream.
He bolted upright, naked, heart pounding, instincts burning.
“Eella—what—”
She was already out of the bed, throwing clothes on, wild-eyed, mouth trembling.
“She’s here,” she whispered.
“She—?”
“I saw her. In the mirror.”
Garrison stilled.
“Vivienne’s ghost?”
“No.” Her hands shook as she buttoned her shirt. “It’s worse.”
Garrison rose, caught her wrists, held her still.
“Breathe. Tell me.”
“She had my face.”
His blood froze.
“She looked like me.”
And then she whispered—
“But not me.”
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The name came to Astrid first.
Project: Eidolon.
The final Choir experiment.
A mirror creation. A shadow-soul.
Not a clone.
Not a twin.
But a reconstructed essence.
Eella’s darkest thoughts, her trauma, her rage, her tactical instincts—everything she buried when she crawled out of the program—ripped from her neural map and bred into another.
Into the perfect monster.
Into her.
And she had grown in silence.
While Garrison hunted ghosts and Eella burned down labs.
She had waited.
Watched.
Evolved.
Now she wanted her life back.
Her name.
Her blood.
Her man.
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They found the first body at the club.
A bartender Eella used to protect when she ran underground intelligence.
Throat slit.
No sign of forced entry.
Just one message on the wall, written in crimson—
SHE DOESN’T DESERVE YOU.
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The second body came two hours later.
Vivienne’s old doctor.
Dr. Kellan.
Disemboweled.
Lungs filled with feathers.
The message this time?
I’M EVERYTHING SHE PRETENDED TO BE.
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By the time Astrid pulled footage from both scenes, Eella was shaking with fury.
Because the girl on screen moved like her.
Dressed like her.
Smirked like her.
But the eyes—
They weren’t human.
They were divine.
The kind of divine that watched planets burn and didn’t blink.
“She’s becoming you,” Astrid said. “Better than you.”
“No,” Eella whispered. “She’s becoming what they made me to be.”
And that’s when it hit Garrison.
“She wants your life.”
“She won’t get it,” Eella spat.
But Astrid was watching a third video now.
Silent.
Leaked security feed.
Of Garrison himself—drinking at a bar.
Smiling.
And Eella walking up behind him.
Touching his shoulder.
Whispering something into his ear.
He didn’t flinch.
Didn’t know it wasn’t her.
And on the tape—
He leaned back.
Smirked.
Kissed her.
“No—” Eella’s voice cracked. “That wasn’t me—”
“I know,” Garrison said.
But he looked sick.
Because he couldn’t tell.
She had kissed him.
Touched him.
Moved like her.
And he hadn’t known.
“Where was this taken?” he demanded.
Astrid paused.
Looked at the timestamp.
Then looked up.
“That was last night.”
Eella staggered back.
“No—she was already that close—”
“She’s always been close,” Astrid whispered. “She never left.”
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Eella had one rule now: Find her. Kill her.
No mercy.
No questions.
Because this wasn’t a person.
It was an echo.
A weapon.
A prophecy.
And it knew all her moves before she made them.
So she changed the game.
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She leaked her location.
Let herself be seen.
Wore her scent like bait and her name like armor.
She walked into the open.
Alone.
And waited.
It didn’t take long.
Two hours later, she was ambushed.
Not with guns.
But with mirrors.
The hallway of the hotel warped into a maze—each wall reflecting her a hundred ways.
And from the other side?
Her.
The Eidolon.
In a silk dress.
Dripping blood.
Barefoot.
Beautiful.
Savage.
“Hello, Mother,” she purred.
Eella didn’t flinch.
“I’m not your mother.”
“You made me.”
“I buried you.”
“I resurrected.”
They circled each other.
Like wolves.
Like shadows.
And then—
“Why now?” Eella hissed. “Why come for me now?”
“Because I’m done watching. You had your fun—your fury, your man, your freedom. Now it’s my turn.”
“You’re nothing.”
“I’m everything you’re not willing to be anymore.”
Eella pulled her gun.
The Eidolon laughed.
“You think bullets will kill me?”
Eella smiled.
“No. But they’ll slow you down.”
And fired.
Point-blank.
The Eidolon jerked back, staggering—
Only to vanish into smoke.
Just smoke.
And in its place?
A mirror.
Eella’s reflection.
Bleeding.
Smiling.
Whispering—
I’m already inside you.
And then she woke up screaming.
Alone.
No mirrors in sight.
But her palms were covered in blood.
And the gun was missing.
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The next morning, Garrison woke to find the door open.
And a note on the bed.
Written in Eella’s handwriting.
I need to end her before she ends me.
If I don’t come back—
Don’t follow.
Please.
I love you.
He didn’t wait.
Didn’t pack.
Didn’t think.
Because monsters didn’t leave each other to die.
They fought.
Even if the thing they were fighting wore the face they loved most.