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Justice wears many faces. But when the mask is torn away—what remains?

In the rain-slicked alleys of Liverpool, a brutal serial killer known only as the Grim Reaper leaves behind cryptic messages and a trail of bodies. The city is drowning in fear, and the line between law and chaos is fading fast.

Enter Alexander Bluestone—a detective unlike any other. Cold, calculating, and unapologetically Machiavellian, he is a man who believes in control over compassion, precision over morality. Tasked with tracking the Reaper, Alexander begins a relentless hunt that spirals into a deeper conspiracy of corruption, psychological warfare, and betrayal.

As alliances shift and blood is spilled, Alexander is joined by the deadly assassin Roselia Dukeforth, the sharp-witted Madison Oakwell, and the fiery Darmian Shakesforth. But even as they uncover the truth, the darkness inside Alexander threatens to consume him. Because in a game where every move is fatal… sometimes the devil wears a detective’s badge.


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A psychological crime thriller packed with deadly wit, moral dilemmas, high-stakes mind games, and a protagonist who may be more terrifying than the killer he hunts.

The Devil Of Justice

Rose had been cleaning up the office space when her eyes landed on something unusual—a leather-bound book, its edges slightly worn from use, sitting near Alexander's desk.

Her fingers moved on their own, gently opening the cover. The pages inside were filled with meticulous handwriting, sharp yet elegant, just like him.

The first few pages were what she expected. Reports of past cases, notes on criminals, patterns of behavior, even details on how he outplayed them.

But as she kept reading, her chest tightened.

Each page unraveled more of his mind—his philosophy, his manipulation tactics, the way he read people so easily.

"Trust is a construct. People don't realize they are being manipulated until it's too late."

"Fear and power are two sides of the same coin. Those who fear you will obey. Those who respect you will follow. The key is knowing which to use."

"Justice is flawed. That's why I make my own."

After flipping through countless case files and mental strategies, she found a section that made her heart stop.

Her hands trembled as she turned the page.

Unlike the cold, calculated notes from before… this section felt warmer. More human.

If she's sad, find a way to make her smile.

Whisper things that will make her blush.

Hold her waist when she least expects it.

Flirt just enough to leave her speechless.

Always remind her she's important.

Protect her, not because she's weak, but because she matters.

Never let her doubt what she means to me.

The same man who could manipulate criminals with ease, outthink even the most dangerous minds—

And yet… here he was, carefully writing down ways to love her.

She closed the diary with a soft smile.

Maybe, just maybe, beneath the ruthless detective…

There was a man who truly, deeply loved her.

CHAPTER 43: DIARY