All Chapters of The Billionaire in oil-stained hands : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 51 Fafane Saturday night, I was fastening my seatbelt when the passenger door opened. Before I could even turn my head, Quashawn slid into the seat beside me and closed the door. “Uhmm, what are you doing?” I asked. He reached for his seatbelt. “Going to the mall with my wife.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I stared at him for a moment. “Quashawn, you don’t have to come with me.” He turned his head slowly, giving me a look that made me feel like I’d just said something ridiculous. “What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t accompany my wife to the mall to get her grandmother a birthday gift?” “The kind who has his own things to do?” I asked. “My schedule is clear.” He replied. “Of course it is,” I muttered. A hint of amusement touched his face, but he didn’t move. He settled deeper into the passenger seat as he’d already won the argument. I sighed; there was absolutely no point in telling this man to get out of my car. Knowing Qua

Chapter 53 Tessa Why? Why was everything getting better for Fafane? She was supposed to be crying, begging. Regretting every stupid decision she’d made, she wasn't supposed to be flourishing. I slammed my fist against the table as anger burned through me. Fifty million dollars! Fifty million gone because of that stupid mechanic she called a husband. “How dare he trick me?” I paced around my office, turning in circles while trying to figure out my next move. Nothing was going the way it was supposed to; Fafane should’ve been miserable by now. Henry should’ve had her back, and her little mechanic husband should’ve taken my money and disappeared. Instead, the bastard took fifty million from me and stayed married to her. I stopped pacing when my office door suddenly opened, and my assistant rushed inside. “Miss Louis, we got news from Aura.” That immediately caught my attention. I straightened. “What?” I asked. “Do they want me to come in and sign the contract?” She didn’t an

Chapter 55 Quashawn I walked back into the garage, sipping on a smoothie I picked up on the way back from Fafane’s office. My steps were light, and my mood was a little better. At least I got her to admit there was a chance those people weren’t really her family. It wasn’t a direct admission, but it was something. “Keep my good mood, Malik,” I said as I walked into the small office and found him sitting behind the desk. “You know I’m not one of your employees, right?” he asked without looking up from the papers in front of him. I ignored him and took the chair across from the desk. He kept going through the documents until he finally leaned back. “Well, unless Granny is living a double life, I couldn’t find anything incriminating on her.” I raised a brow. “So what you’re telling me is Granny is clean?” “It appears so.” He placed several documents in front of me, then pointed to one. “This is a trust her husband left her before he died. He also created a separate trust for yo

Chapter 57 Quashawn I was still trying to figure out a way to get myself out of going to the gala with Fafane, but everything I came up with sounded weak even to me. So I could only imagine how quickly she would see through it. She had already given me a weird look when she first told me about the invitation. Damn it, I pushed a frustrated hand through my hair. I couldn’t get the happy look on her face when she saw the invitation out of my head. I knew she was going to that gala no matter what I said, and I definitely couldn’t disappoint her by refusing to go. But going meant I had another problem to deal with, one I’d created myself. Leaving the shop, I got into my car and drove to Grandma’s house. As soon as I walked through the door, I found her in the kitchen adding sugar to a mixing bowl. “That’s too much sugar,” I warned her. Without even looking up, she said, “Did you come here to order me around? If so, walk right back out.” “Nana, you need to watch the sugar. I’m pr

Chapter 59 Quahshawn Early that morning, my parents insisted I drive them to the airport. The entire ride, Mom kept reminding me that when they returned from their trip, I needed to bring Fafane over for dinner. I promised I would; I didn’t tell her when. Of course, she didn’t like that answer. By the time I walked them to the gate and made it back to my car, I let out a sigh of relief. At least with them gone, that was one less problem I had to worry about when it came to the gala. Still, I was annoyed; driving them to the airport meant I’d missed breakfast with my wife. It's something that I promise never to miss, but my parents, or more like my mother, were not taking no for an answer this morning. When I got back to the shop, someone was already waiting for me. I recognized him immediately; it was Caleb from Aura. Why the hell was he here? “Anything I can help you with?” I asked, not bothering with a greeting. He got to his feet. “You’re Fafane’s husband.” What was thi