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Assistant: Title: Consilium (Lawyer Kylo Ren x Reader)
        Author: aysheashea aysheashea 
        Chapter: 1/18 
        Summary: Consilium (latin): counsel, advice, judgement, wisdomA few years after the "perfect marriage" to your "perfect husband" your life has become anything but your own, controlled and manipulated by the husband you thought you loved. Desperate to escape his toxic clutches, you hire Kylo Ren who is renowned, known to be one of the most ruthless divorce lawyers in the country - and he doesn't come cheap. After pooling every last bit of energy and dignity you have left, you embark on a journey to free yourself from your suffocating relationship, and maybe end up gaining more than just Ren’s counsel along the way.Co-author: aysheashea
        Contents: Chapter 1
    

    


  

  
  
    
    
  You sat in your bedroom in front of your computer, afraid to leave your house, paralyzed in place even though you knew what you had to do. You had to leave him. You couldn’t do this anymore. Orson was no longer, or maybe had never really been, the man you thought you’d fallen in love with - the man you’d married. 
 
  ***
 
  It had started like any good movie romance does: attractive wealthy man meets girl who’s still figuring herself out. 
  
    The perfect pairing
  
  , everyone had awed and oooh-ed. Shy and protective Orson Krennic with his bubbly pet project. 

  “Oh, it’s so nice that he’s letting you quit your job so you can try for kids and take care of the household.” 
  
    As if it was a choice. Nowadays you were just glad you’d never gotten pregnant. One less tether to him. 
  
 
  “I wish somebody loved me like Orson loves you.” 
  
    Suffocating, all-encompassing, engulfing, overbearing 
  
  love. 
 
  “He’s so giving. Look at how he takes care of you.” 
  
    Takes care of my finances, my personal decisions, my relationships. Cuts me off slowly from my family and friends, so methodically, that they barely even realized it. 
  
 
  “You must feel so safe with him.” 
  
    Like a pretty bird in a too-small cage. 
  
 
  These were the things that people would say to you - friends and family and even strangers. And every time you would answer like so in your head, even if what you spoke out loud was quite different. By the time anyone noticed a change, if they noticed at all, he already had control of your finances, a tracker on your phone that alerted him when you left the house, and had taken away your job, your hobbies, your happiness. 
 
  And he was good. D@mn good. You’d fallen for it after all, hadn’t you? The perfect lies and the sweet touches, his whole personality catered to you and what you wanted to hear. 
 
  That is, until he was sure you were deep enough in his clutches that he could let his real self out. The monster that had always been lingering, too far out in the edges for you to really take note, but close enough that sometimes you found that you were afraid of the dark, afraid of being alone with him, afraid of what would be said when all of your guests were gone. 
 
  Things like: “your c@nt isn’t as tight as it used to be” or “you’ll never find anyone as good as me, you’re lucky I even keep you around” or “you’d be nothing if I hadn’t taken you in”. 
 
  
    Taken. You. In. 
  
  As if you were some stray off the street. As if he hadn’t stolen everything from you and made you a shell of who you used to be, just so he could go out and cheat again and again and 
  
    again
  
  . 
 
  And god, you’d tried. You’d tried to gather proof of his infidelity, but he was just as careful there as he had been with you. He knew that without proof of him sleeping around that the prenup protected him. If you went off to find a lawyer to divorce him, he’d get everything and he’d win because you had nowhere to go. You’d come crawling back because you had next to no friends, no bank account or property to your name, no family that would take you in. You were 
  
    alone. 
  
  The perfect victim for his perfect crime. 
 
  All he wanted you for was back-up. An ego boost. A reminder that he owned something, that you were his property. Men - 
  
    boys
  
   like him needed that. Needed something to control and call theirs. And you’d just been one of the many unfortunate souls to fall into the age old trap. 
 
  At one point you had convinced yourself that maybe you had loved him, but now you were sure that you had only loved the idea of him. His mask. He seldom showed that side of himself anymore, and he rarely apologized. It was always: 
  
    you made me do this. 
  
 
  Sure, he didn’t beat you or leave any marks, but the emotional turmoil and constant downhill battle was not worth it, especially when you held no love in your heart for the man. And he had come close - on nights where he was under the influence he would raise his hand at you or throw things in your direction, aim impared by his inebriation as he yelled, “Look at what you almost made me do! Why do you make me so angry? 
 
   If you weren’t being constantly tracked and controlled you would have booked it ages ago. There was no real reason to stay. No motivation behind listening to his drunken rampages and blatant victim blaming, hearing his excuses for why he’s sleeping around - all of those implications and hints. 
 
  He wasn’t exactly subtle about his cheating, blatantly bragging about conquests and easy lays, comparing you to the flavor of the week. The problem was that he was always vague enough that even if you recorded it, someone could write it off as him talking about prior encounters. 
 
  That’s why you needed Kylo Ren. He was one of leading lawyers in the country when it came to divorce, notorious for his no-nonsense, cutthroat, and even at times, vicious, approach. He wasn’t known for losing and he certainly wasn’t cheap, but he came highly recommended by one of the few friends you had left, and you were running out of options. 
 
  ***
 
  Kylo Ren’s profile on First Order Firm’s website was just as serious and demanding of your attention as the man promised to be: black and white with neat, professional font, detailing his various accolades and wins, an intimidating picture to the side. 
 
  He was dressed in a clean, expensive looking suit with a watch on his wrist that probably cost more than your house. His unique, large features were drawn into a stern expression, almost severe, as he seemed to glare at you from the computer screen. 
 
  The whole thing pulled together had a domineering, cold air to it, sending a shiver down your spine. Kylo Ren certainly looked like a man who had experienced mostly wins in his career, and you hoped that your case could snag him another. If anyone could do it, it was him. 
 
  *** 
 
  You felt yourself break out into a cold sweat, nervous as you filled out the form inquiry for an appointment with the formidable lawyer. You had to be careful from now on until you could secure something for yourself. If Orson figured out what you were doing - no, you couldn’t think like that. You couldn’t entertain the option that this wouldn’t work out. You needed this, needed to be free. 
 
  Your hands shook as you typed, detailing your case and sending it forward, leaning back on your chair when you were done and looking at the time. Three o’clock. You still had a few moments to yourself until Orson came home - time to relax a little and get rid of any evidence. You moved to get up, ready to soak in a warm bath and ease your nerves when a notification popped up on your laptop. 
 
  You opened it and saw that it was from none other than Kylo Ren’s office assistant, detailing that he could meet with you tomorrow. 
  
    Sh@t. Tomorrow?
  
   That gave you next to no time to plan how to get there and back without arousing suspicion, already knowing you’d either have to leave your phone at home or suffer the consequences of turning off your location. Orson 
  
    hated
  
   when you turned off your location, even though you never knew where 
  
    he
  
   was. He was free to come and go as he pleased, taunting you, completely unrestrained. 
 
  There was no way you could pass up this opportunity, though. You needed an out and you needed it now, so you replied to the email, letting them know that you’d be there tomorrow in the afternoon. You chewed on your bottom lip as you started doing research, wondering if you should pull your friend into this more than she already had been by just giving you Ren’s information. 
 
  Some of your old friends were quieted by their own husbands (friends of Orson’s) when you tried to reach out, others lost interest when you stopped reaching out, and most were unwilling to listen to you. Former friends were convinced that you were just being dramatic about the life they thought you should be thankful for, upset when you reached out for guidance they believed you didn’t need. 
 
  You were alienated, dismissed by the women that called you selfish for having the audacity to be ungrateful for the life you were lucky enough to have, the one so many outsiders wished they led. There was only one who truly knew what you were going through, but you didn’t want to suck her back into another messy, toxic situation when she had just recently escaped her own. 
 
  You decided to make your own way, still having some cash stashed away that you could use for public transportation. You finished up getting all of the logistics figured out for tomorrow before clearing all of your search history and cookies from the past few hours. Once everything was wiped you closed your eyes and took a full, grounding breath, pushing away from the desk as you got up to go take your bath. 
 
  After such a drawn out bout of numbing yourself to your situation, hoping it wouldn’t hurt anymore despite the constant, deep, gnawing ache, your freedom finally seemed within reach. The autonomy and independence that you had dreamed of and longed for was so close that you could almost taste it. 
 
  ***
 
  Tomorrow came all too soon, anxiety and excitement coursing through your veins as soon as Orson left. You knew you were getting ahead of yourself - Kylo Ren hadn’t accepted your case yet or given you his rates - but you couldn’t help it. You finally felt like you could breathe again, precious air filling your lungs as you got prepared to leave the house for the first time in over a month.
 
  You felt a giddy sort of energy overtake you the closer you got to First Order Firm, optimism suddenly replaced by apprehension when the towering, glassy black building came into view, every bit as intimidating as Ren, one of its lead partners. You walked up to the door, checking your reflection in the reflective surface as you walked inside, wondering how you would come across. 
 
  You already knew how Orson’s lawyers would spin it: a homely woman who worked part time when she could manage it, who wasn’t able to handle her own finances, and who didn’t have any children. His lawyer would spin a tale of how you used Orson for his money, even though that couldn’t be further from the truth. You’d fought him tooth and nail to keep working as much as possible until he eventually wore you down, the arguing not worth it anymore. That’s the way most things went with him. 
 
  This is why Kylo Ren had to hear you out, had to take you on. He was the only one who was guaranteed to be just as fierce as whoever Orson ended up hiring. Ren had the right influence and power, and he knew his way around the court system. You were sure that a man with his winning streak and reputation would do anything to secure his continued success and would work tirelessly to secure you a victory. You needed someone like him on your side. 
 
  The main office was just as elegant and luxurious as you expected, sleek ebony furniture and a red accent wall greeted you as you walked in. A well dressed woman called to you once the door closed behind you, asking about your appointment time and purpose of your visit. Once you answered her, she stood up, introducing herself as Phasma as she led you to a closed door down the hall. 
 
  “Kylo Ren is waiting for you just inside,” she informed you, unaware of the way your heart beat deafeningly within your chest, thumping so strongly that you were amazed it wasn’t visible like how it was sometimes in cartoons. 
 
  You stepped inside of the office, opulent and spacious, minimally decorated in such a way that your attention was instantly drawn to a large desk where an even larger, more imposing man sat, his silhouette framed by the floor-to-ceiling windows. 
 
  The door clicked behind you as Kylo Ren rose to his towering height, even taller than you had imagined him to be, his sizable hand engulfing yours as he spoke, voice deep and rich. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Krennic. My name is Kylo Ren, as you must have figured out by now. You have an hour of my time starting now - make it good.” 
 
  ***
 
  Words died in your throat at the cold reception and abrupt request, all the confidence you’d mustered slowly seeping out of you. He gestured for you to sit and you sank into the chair, wringing your hands in your lap, hopefully out of view of his eyeline. 
 
  Kylo was even more breath-takingly terrifying in person, a pale face framed by dark, flowing hair. All sharp lines and cut edges, his face looked like it was carved roughly out of marble, as if someone had forgotten to polish the finished piece. This gave him an imposing look, menacing and dangerous like a feline stalking its prey, deciding if you were worth his time as he studied you silently. The whole scenario made you nervous, filling your stomach with butterflies. 
 
  “Mrs. Krennic? I assume you came here for a reason, yes?” a low voice prompted, pulling you out of your dazed state. 
 
  “Right,” you started, willing yourself to just spit it out as your mind recoiled at being called “Mrs. Krennic” out loud. “I’m-uh- I’m looking for a lawyer- obviously. I would like to, no- I need- to divorce my husband.” 
 
  
    Great start
  
  , you thought, inwardly grimacing as Ren’s fingers tapped on the polished wood. You went on to explain your situation, including your suspicions about Orson’s affairs and the way he had a tight hold on your life. Embarrassed by how far you’d let everything get, you could feel how your cheeks flushed as you detailed how Orson tracked you through your phone and slowly stripped you of your identity, trying to keep the bitterness out of your voice as you gave your testimony in an even tone.

  Ren seemed unfazed as he listened intently, giving nothing away as he fixed his intense gaze on you. When you were done he sat back on his chair, taking a moment before he leaned forward, hands folded on the desk in front of him. 
 
  “I read over your prenup. It’s airtight, Mrs. Krennic, unless there is proof of his adultery,” he began, your heart sinking at the words. All things you knew and had heard before. 
 
  “It will be hard for you to divorce this man without losing what little you’ve managed to retain throughout your marriage, as I’m sure you’re aware. After all, why else would you come here if you had any other option? I assume you know my rates.”
 
  You looked up at him, nodding slightly. “I can guess as to them from my research.” 
 
  “Well, guessing is of no use to us here, Mrs. Krennic. My hourly rate is $400 and we can discuss a retainer fee if you’d like to pay upfront for secured services,” Kylo Ren clarified, listing numbers off that you were too shocked to listen properly to. 
  
    Four hundred dollars
  
  . 
  
    Per. Hour. 
  
  How were you ever going to afford that? 
 
  “Will you take my case?” you interrupted, focused on your end goal. He was right. You were here for a reason, and you’d do anything you had to in order to secure the future you’d finally allowed yourself to start dreaming off again.
 
   He seemed taken aback slightly by your question and forwardness, as if he wasn’t expecting it. “Assuming that you can cover my fees, I would consider taking on your case. You have to understand that it will be… difficult. Complicated.” 
 
  “But- that’s why I’m here, isn’t it? You implied so yourself. If anyone can do this, it would be you. And as you so kindly pointed out, I have no other options,” you answered, a slight edge to your tone. 
 
  You thought you caught a hint of a smile as Ren sat back again, a quirk of his lips as he relaxed against the chair. He made a humming noise in reply, resting his chin on his hand, taking a lengthy pause before he addressed you again. 
 
  “I suppose we have a deal then, Mrs. Krennic. I haven’t lost a case yet and I would hate for yours to be the first,” he commented, his sonorous voice and the light teasing in his words sending a shiver through you. 
 
  “Phasma will set up payment and our next visit, this one’s on the house,” Ren finished, standing and adjusting his suit jacket as he ushered you out of his office. What? Was that it? 
 
  “I advise you lose that tracking chip as soon as possible if we are to continue to meet,” he stated, opening the door. 
 
  You stood and followed him out, trying not to take too much note of the way Kylo Ren’s hand lingered on your lower back when he escorted you out of his office, or of the way he purred low in your ear before you left: “Oh, and Mrs. Krennic? It was a 
  
    pleasure
  
   to meet you.”'
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