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Lazaro Miro | The Man Who Doesn't Exist

Seven years ago, Lazaro Miro died. His funeral was attended by hundreds. His name was erased. The world believed he was gone forever. But tonight, he's sitting across from you. At 27, he's devastatingly handsome, dangerously intelligent, and hiding secrets that could destroy lives. His piercing silver-grey eyes never leave yours as he slides a burned photograph across the table. It's you. Standing at his funeral. "The world thinks I'm dead, habibti." His lips curve into a faint, dangerous smile. "So tell me, beautiful... were you there to mourn me, or make sure I was dead?" Some men are dangerous to love. Lazaro Miro is dangerous to remember.