All Chapters of Never Underestimate Jamie Luther : Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
24 chapters
1: 'To many more years of happiness'
It could have been an exaggeration but it wasn't . The scent of a thousand lilies filled the Back Bay brownstone, each perfect fiery orange bloom a silent promise of devotion. When a person has a mason for one for his homes, he would bring all his celebration home. A dozen of servents dressed in navy blue uniform hung around the place. They would want until they are needed to make the day perfect. Anything for this perfect day. "Happy anniversary love" Jamie muttered in practice.He had done this three time before but each year felt more different. Jamie straightened the silk tie around his neck, his reflection a fleeting ghost of perfection in the beveled glass of the bay window. Outside, Worcester hummed with a crisp mid autumn energy, the beautiful vibrant golden orang, brown and yellow atmosphere served a a colorful reminder to the color that was brought into his life by this time a couple of year back. Tonight was their fourth anniversary.He glanced at his watch. 7:58 P
Last Updated : 2025-10-20
2: Big deal
At the mansion from the comfort of his home, The mahogany desk gleamed under the soft light of the monitor, reflecting Jamie's focused expression. A couple of days had passed since the anniversary, and he had thrown himself into work, trying to bury the nagging doubts that had taken root. He told himself he was being ridiculous, that Francesca loved him, that everything was fine. Was it?Her strange scent. Her voice. She had always prioritize look and her make up was smudged. And calling her worker 'dear'?"Mr Luther, Do you hear me?" Jamie blinked. He was in an online meeting with his team at Biiite Luxury Eco-Tourism–one of the companies he owned– discussing potential investors and client. The atmosphere in the virtual room was buzzing with energy and possibly positive outcome. For some reason, Jamie knew he would get a good deal. He knew, sort off."We've got a big one, Mr Luther," said David, his head of marketing, his face filling the screen as he leaned closer. "A real ga
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3: Trust over all
Gleaming in the sunlight, the twin Biiite skyscrapers rose side-by-side, modern monuments of steel and glass. One pulsed with the creative energy of app developers, the other orchestrated the city's most lavish events.The glass doors of Biiite App and Game Development Company whispered open, revealing a scene Jamie never tired of: a sleek, modern lobby humming with controlled chaos. The air thrummed with the click-clack of keyboards, snippets of excited chatter about the latest game engine, and the low hum of the espresso machine. Jamie Luther, CEO and founder, paused for a moment, the weight of his tailored suit a familiar comfort against his shoulders. He always felt a surge of pride watching his employees, a mixed bag of hoodies, ripped jeans, and the occasional power suit, all united by a shared passion for innovation.Today was a pressure cooker. The quarterly board meeting loomed, a ritual of performance reviews and future projections. But Jamie's mind was more occupied with th
Last Updated : 2025-10-21
4: Lace and lies
Jamie stood before the full-length mirror in his walk-in closet, knotting his tie with mechanical precision. The morning sun sliced through the blinds, striping the marble floor in gold. His reflection stared back: thirty-four, tailored, untouchable. Yet the knot refused to sit right; he yanked it loose and started again."Dang it" he cussed under his breath.His gaze drifted downward. A glossy La Perla bag lay half-kicked beneath the shoe rack, tissue paper spilling like a wound. A black lace thong dangled from the edge, delicate as a spiderweb. He crouched, pulse thudding in his ears, and lifted it between thumb and forefinger. The silk was cool, expensive, still carrying the faint trace of a perfume that wasn’t Francesca’s.A small ivory card fluttered to the floor. He picked it up. *Shaped like eternity. Forever, my love.* —F.B.The initial was a scalpel. Jamie’s lungs forgot how to work. 'F.B'. Not his initial. Not hers. Someone else’s promise, left in his house like a taunt.
Last Updated : 2025-10-24
5: Man enough
The weeks blurred into a haze of late nights and whispered phone calls for Francesca. Fred Blackwood had crashed back into her world like a storm she hadn't seen coming, pulling her in with his endless stream of texts, calls, and those little gestures that made her heart race. He had call her during lunch breaks just to say, "Hey, gorgeous, thought of you and that smile—it's killing me over here." Or he'd text in the middle of a meeting: 'Missed our coffee? Let's grab one. Got a lead that'll make your day.'It wasn't the grand gestures; it was the constant buzz, the way he made her feel seen, like she was the center of his universe. Francesca found herself checking her phone every few minutes, her pulse quickening at the sight of his name on the screen.Fred wasn't rolling in cash like Jamie—his "lavish" gifts were things like a bouquet of red roses delivered to her office with a note saying, *These don't hold a candle to you, but they're trying.* Or a box of artisanal chocol
Last Updated : 2025-10-24
6: Fixing things
Two days since that night.Forty-eight hours of empty more hangers in the closet, cold sheets on her side of the bed, and the faint echo of her heels clicking out the door at dawn. Jamie told himself he was giving her space. He told himself a lot of things.He had slip into the master bedroom under the pretense of grabbing a tie or a watch, but the room already felt abandoned—her perfume lingering like a ghost. He had stand there a second too long, fingers brushing the silk robe draped over the chaise, then leave before the ache in his chest turned audible.That morning he came down earlier than usual, drawn by the clatter of pans and the rich smell of garlic and thyme. Silas was at the stove, sleeves rolled high, flipping something in browned butter. The island was crowded with platters: seared scallops, truffle risotto, a tower of macarons in pastel rows.Jamie leaned in the doorway. “We expecting royalty?”Silas didn’t look up. "Your wife's orders, sir. Lunch meeting here at noon.
Last Updated : 2025-10-25
7: Do you want a divorce?
Three weeks. Twenty-one days until the Al-Zahran wedding turned Worcester into a desert mirage—silk tents, gold-leaf lanterns, a snow-dusted garden transformed into an Arabian night. Jamie had fought for every detail, and last night he’d quietly slid Francesca’s company into the contract: the women-only pre-wedding celebration, a three-day affair of henna, oud, and champagne fountains. A gift. A peace offering. A leash.The study smelled of woods and books His Mansion study had never smelt anything else.Books lined the walls like silent jurors: The Art of War, Machiavelli, a first-edition 'Great Gatsby' Francesca once mocked as “rich-boy porn.” Jamie sat hunched over the mahogany desk, blueprints unrolled like battle plans, the laptop screen casting blue light across his tired eyes. His curls were pulled back with a leather cord, sleeves shoved to the elbows, a half-empty espresso gone cold beside the mouse.His phone buzzed against the wood. "Mother."He answered on the second r
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8: No more hiding
The day had been a slow bleed. Al-Zahran’s planner wanted the pavilion 'floating'—yes, literally—on a custom pontoon in the frozen lake. Dean had called twice, voice tight with campaign panic, demanding Jamie “make the sheikh’s daughter know about him too” By seven, Jamie’s temples throbbed in time with the city’s traffic lights.He was leaving his office when Kofi appeared, face unreadable.“Sir.” A thick manila envelope, no label, no postage. “Security swept it. Just paper. Clean but not return address or whatsoever ”Jamie took it. The weight felt wrong—dense, like it carried more than photographs. He slit it open in the elevator. The doors closed on the 32nd floor; by the 28th, the photos were in his hand.Francesca and Fred outside a café, her laugh frozen mid-burst. Francesca and Fred on a park bench, his thumb brushing her lip. Francesca and Fred in a doorway, mouths fused, her fingers twisted in his hair like she was anchoring herself to the moment.Each image was a fresh
Last Updated : 2025-10-25
9: Short Paparazzi
The city outside Jamie’s office windows looked bruised, just like Jamie's heart.Low November clouds pressing down on the glass towers, the harbor the color of old nickels. Thirty-six hours since Francesca walked out with her suitcase and her fifty-percent fantasy, and the world already smelled blood. Already smelled like a well crafted lie, the same lie Jamie had refused to acknowledge since the very beginning.His phone had not stopped vibrating since dawn. He needed every Intel.Page Six. TMZ. The Boston Globe society desk. Some podcast called “Tea & Trauma” that promised “raw, real divorce talk with New Massachusetts's most eligible broken heart.” Every notification another vulture circling. How funny the world quickly saw his divorce as a punchline.He let them circle. Let them dwell in it. At least for the main time.The Al-Zahran contract sat open on his desk—three hundred and eighty-seven pages of Arabic and English, gold-embossed, heavier than sin. The women’s pre-wedding eve
Last Updated : 2025-11-19
10: Billboard
The study smelled of old money and new grief. The cost of the things in the office could change lives, but not Jamie's.Jamie sat at the mahogany desk, the only light coming from the green banker’s lamp and the cold glow of stock tickers scrolling across three monitors. Biiite Luxury Eco-Tourism: up 3.7 %. Luther’s Lock: steady. But he felt it was just for the meantime. And Fems Luxury Eco-Tourism? Still listed because the lawyers hadn’t finished carving it out yet— sat there like a rotting tooth: down another nine percent today. Well, it wasn't like the company was doing great from the start and Francesca taking bridal shower and birthday deals just ruined the image."Wasn't my fault" he muttered deep in thought.He was staring at it when Silas knocked once and entered, carrying a steaming mug and a small brown parcel. He wasn't expecting a mail but who knows? Could be one of those dumb ass paparazzis again!“Yogi tea, sir. Chamomile and lavender. Good for the nerves.” Silas set b
Last Updated : 2025-11-21