CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN – THE POET

As she made her way back to her room, Jasmine's earlier sense of triumph faded, replaced by a gnawing anxiety. She was safe for now, protected by the Cesaro family's power and influence. But for how long? And at what cost to them... and to herself? She closed her bedroom door behind her, leaning against it with a heavy sigh. The evening had been a whirlwind of revelations and new questions. She had gained insights into the Cesaro family dynamics, made tentative progress with Isabella, and uncovered hints of the danger that still lurked in her future. As she prepared for bed, Jasmine's mind whirled with everything she had learned and observed. The Cesaro family was more complex than she had initially thought, each member playing their own role in a intricate dance of power and loyalty. She thought of Carlos, with his fumbling attempts to impress her, and felt a mix of amusement and pity. Of Lucia, with her sharp wit and sharper ambition. Of Marco, the dutiful son carrying the weight