Kylo Ren | Reader Inserts

Bloodline

Summary

Kylo Ren was a man of money. Every woman who ever wanted him only wanted his riches. His loneliness was driving him mad and he wanted something good for once in his life... but he didn't think he'd take it this far.

(Modern AU)

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"Someone chose you a few weeks ago, I haven't been able to tell you," a voice spoke into the end of the line. "You know this is confidential and I could be fired and arrested for giving this information out to you. You better pay me."

"I will," Kylo Ren said into the line as he sucked in a deep breath. "When can I see her file?"

"Whenever you're available. Preferably after three in the afternoon. That's when my boss is gone," the woman said.

"How about now?" Kylo asked as the voice on the other line hummed. "I can be there in ten."

"Fine, but we have to be quick, I don't need to be caught," at that, the line died.

Standing up from his desk as he settled his work phone back into place, Kylo adjusted his tie before tucking his officer chair in. Grabbing his wallet and cellphone from his locked drawer, Kylo exited the rather lavish office space, making his way down from the fiftieth floor, to the ground.

"Mr. Ren," an old man greeted as he stood before a sleek black Mercedes-Benz. "Where to?"

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"Here," the blonde woman spoke, a silver name tag that read out Krystal on her chest as she extended her manicured hand with a manila folder. "Everything you need to know. But you can't take it with you."

"I know," Kylo hissed as he snatched the folded, handing the woman a wad of cash as he opened the file. His eyes scanned the page. Name, age, date of birth... address, schooling, personal traits... her career and where she worked. He knew the place.

"I'm surprised she chose you, no one ever considers you because your photo makes you look like a teenage boy," Krystal chuckled.

"I was twenty-two going on twenty-three there," Kylo glared before handing back the file. "I am not about to use a current image of me for my profile. People will recognize me."

"Whatever you say," she nodded, "get out before someone notices."

Being shooed away, Kylo pulled his sunglasses on and quickly exited the office, making his way back to his chauffeur. Taking the backseat and pulling out his phone, he scrolled through his contacts and pressed a certain number.

"Where to now, Mr. Ren?" The old man asked.

"My sisters."

Rushing around her home and gathering a small bag for her daughter, Rey pushed her hair away from her face before looking over her shoulder as her phone rang. "Sweetheart! Where's mama's phone?" She called out as she heard heavy, rapid footsteps.

"I have! It unca!" The three year old girl waved her hand. "Unca bean!"

"Unca bean?" She furrowed her eyebrows, only to put two and two together. "Ben?" Rey whispered to herself as she took the phone into her own hands, seeing she was right. Swiping to answer the call, she huffed, "What is it?"