DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything related to the Star Wars franchise. There will be a few original characters but they will really only appear in the first chapter.

BETRAYAL : verb / to deliver or expose to an enemy by treachery or disloyalty; to disappoint the hopes or expectations of, be disloyal to.

REY KENOBI
DECEMBER 2017 - 11:26 P.M.
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK

Jail, Rey Kenobi wearily decided, was not a place for the weak or the timid.

She stared blankly ahead, her golden eyes fixating on the stained, grey cement wall in front of her, her delicate nose crinkling in disgust at the scent of the cell reeking of urine, vomit and alcohol.

She pulled her bare legs up, locking her arms around her knees, gently rocking back on the padded bench, attempting to warm her petite frame. Her forehead wrinkled as she concentrated on ignoring the angry complaints of the prostitute angry because she was losing out on money or the convulsions of the drug addict well past his nightly fix.

She was an outsider in their midst.

She was impeccably dressed in her black mini-dress that gathered in the front and back, her red Christian Louboutin chiffon covered heels carelessly disregarded on the dirty ground. She leaned her head back, blocking out the questioning gazes of her cellmates.

And never had she felt so satisfied.

A small smirk settled across her features as she ran a manicured fingertip over the jagged pieces of her torn knuckles, wincing slightly. A well earned reward rather than an undeserving punishment, she reasoned.

Not that her Aunt and Uncle would see the situation as such. Her Uncle's face would turn to stone, his glare filled with disappointed fury and disgust, and her Aunt would simply project whichever emotion her husband would demand.

Rey could already hear Andrew Woods' voice booming through her mind about proper etiquette and the standards she must present herself at in society so as not to tarnish the family name. As the orphan adopted to the billionaire casino owner turned politician and socialite wife, they expected perfection and were sorely disappointed that she had always managed to fall short unlike her older cousin, Allison.

She had come to live with her father's brother's family after a car accident claimed the lives of her parents when she turned six. Not that they had willing taken her in. She had spent years in and out of the foster system, different families for different years until at age fourteen when Uncle Andrew had arrived and announced that she would be welcome into their family now.

And he had been sadly disappointed that his efforts to mold her into perfect, proper heiress had miserably.

Rey's expression turned grim as the nights events replayed through her mind. Walking into her fiancée's Albert's loft, eager for their anniversary dinner only to find her cousin on Al's bed, naked and moaning as he thrust into her. Instead of showing even the slightest remorse, Allison had smirked at her, leaning down lower and groaning louder.

She screamed alright, Rey thought, especially when I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her into the front yard.

There was an overwhelming sense of immense satisfaction she had felt in cracking her fist across Allison's cheek and nose, blood dripping from the once perfect surgically formed piece. She had even managed to get her claws into Al before the police had arrived, charging her with disturbing the peace and assault.

Oh, but it had been well worth it. Hopefully there were pictures that could be splashed all over the tabloids, a new sex scandal to keep the paparazzi gleefully entertained for weeks.

And in that time she could quietly hide, nursing her bruised heart and wounded pride. The realm of Al's betrayal had not even begun to settle into her mind.

"Kenobi," the officer's voice caused her head to snap up. "You have visitors."

She groaned slightly, wondering if it was possible to deny seeing her parents who had arrived.

Her Uncle, handsome and powerful in his navy suit, ran a hand through his perfectly coiffed, sandy colored hair as he glanced around the cell in concentration at the drunken and dirty inhabitants. Tessa Woods smiled awkwardly at her, twirling a strand of dark hair around her finger and occasionally brushing imaginary lint off of her cream colored sheath dress.

"How could you have been so stupid?" Andrew hissed, anger sipping into every word. "Were you even thinking? Did you ever consider the consequences of your actions?"

"Rey, dear," Tessa began as she placed a calming hand on his arm. "You tend to act on rash emotion. There are certain standards that a woman of your position and heritage must maintain."

"A bad reflection on my part?" Rey cried out incredulously, her eyes narrowing in disbelief at the judgment she saw reflecting in their gazes, snapping to her feet, attempting to ignore the sticky substance she had stepped into. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

"Language, Rey." Her Aunt scowled at her, displeased as her voice rose.

"Oh, piss off Tessa. You're not mother." Rey snapped, throwing her hands up in the air. "I have every right to be upset. She's own damn cousin, my own flesh and blood, and she was in bed with my fiancee. This was not sharing clothes or closet space, this was the man who said he loved me, but had no problem fucking Allison the second my back was turned."

"Allison assures me that there is a proper explanation for how it happened, for what you witnessed, if only you would have listened."

"You're seriously taking her side over mine? I did nothing wrong."

"Rey this is not about choosing sides." Andrew assured her, ignoring her snort of disagreement. "You have to understand Allison is our daughter. We believe her when she said it was a mistake. She would never intentionally be so cruel."

"She hurt me ." Rey interrupted harshly, thrusting an agitated hand through her hair, restraining the urge to yank on it in frustration. "One day you are not going to be able to find excuse for every action in her life."

"Allison was foolish, she admits that, but you should have controlled your anger. There was a dignified manner on how to handle the situation and dragging her naked into the middle of the street was not the proper solution."

"Really? Because I thought bringing the trash to the curb seemed to be the perfect answer."

Andrew rubbed the bridge of his nose, irritated at his her inability to see his sense of the reasoning. They had a name to maintain, a certain dignity that Rey had always overlooked that.

"You will issue a formal apology starting with the press and then on your social media outlets. Damage control needs to be started immediately. You were brought into this family as a courtesy and not as a means to destroy it."

"And monkeys will dance in hell first. She's a whore and I intend to make sure the world knows it."

"Oh Rey, I never meant to hurt you." Allison's voice was frail as she stumbled forward, her dark eyes glazed with tears, reaching out a quivering hand only to have Rey slap it away.

"We'll leave you two to talk for a moment."

"I would applaud your performance," Rey stated as they left, laughing lightly, impressed at how skillfully Allison has manipulated the situation to her advantage. "I love tears. It was a very sweet touch, but you really don't want me to let go of these bars. Your extensions may suffer if I do."

Allison raised her perfectly sculpted eyebrows in a gesture of innocence. "I don't think that would be appropriate, dear cousin, considering I am the victim after all." She taunted, pushing her dark hair from her shoulders. "It wouldn't be so fun, if you're parents weren't so gullible. A few tears and they forget any truth you sprout to them."

"That's a nice shade of purple," Rey said gesturing towards the bruise highlighting her nose, upper cheek and under her right eye. "I hope it's broken."

"The bruise is worth every minute of this. You do know that Al loved every minute of fucking me, screaming my name." Allison mocked as Rey's hands tightened around the bars. "We laughed about what an ice princess you were. How you wouldn't give it up until marriage. Did you really expect him to remain faithful?"

"I'd rather be an ice princess than his whore. That is a job you are more than welcome too. But I will tell you what you are going to do, Allison, and that is, you are going to drop the charges you filed against me."

"Silly girl, why would I do something like that? I'm getting everything I wanted."

"I don't blame you for feeling that way, but in the future I would recommend not leaving your cellphone unattended. You won't want it to fall into the wrong hands and be copied, now would you?" Rey said gleefully as Allison slowly paled, a knot of fear forming in her stomach. "I mean, you wouldn't want all those raunchy sex and drug binges you were stupid enough to record to be released on social media now would you?"

"You have nothing," Allison insisted. "No proof."

"Are you really so sure? What you need to do is sign the paper, flash him your implants, drop to your well-worn knees, I don't fucking care what you do, but those charges are going to be dropped."

Allison glared at her, attempting to see if she was lying, but Rey simply smiled back at her.

"The clock is ticking, Allie. Your signature or your reputation destroyed."

Allison glared at her, attempting to see if she was lying, before shaking her head pleased with her deduction.

"You're bluffing. I won't drop the charges."

"That's unfortunate for you then," Rey drawled, shrugging her shoulders. "I bet for the right price Victor would sing and release anything I asked."

The color drained out of Allison's face at the mention of her former lover and dealer.

"Now," Rey smiled sweetly. "I believe you have something that you need to sign."

REY KENOBI
DECEMBER 2017 - 1:50 AM
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK

Rey stood, taping her foot, suddenly tired as she looked around her spacious penthouse suite. To an outsider there was nothing undesirable about her life. Endless parties, shopping sprees, men, money - millions fantasized for it and thousands cursed her for it.

And at this moment she would gladly hand it to them, walk off from a world that was unappealing and colorless and never look back.

This was not her. This had not been her for the past seven years.

Designer labels, diamonds. She would gladly exchange it all for her worn converse and scavenging past.

She needed a change.

She needed leave this fucking town.

She reached down picking up her corded telephone since her Uncle had taken away her cellphone as part of her punishment which he insisted would include anger management classes and her bank accounts were to be frozen, and with a sigh dialed the needed number. She gnawed her lower lip, her nails tapping with nervous impatience.

"Poe, it's Rey. I need your help."

KYLO REN
DECEMBER 2017 - 3:15 A.M.
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA

Kylo Ren rolled to his side, groaning slightly as the covers were pulled from his body. Sleepily he opened his silvery blue eyes, wincing as a headache began to form at the base of his skull, and he sat up, staring down at the girl sprawled out next to him.

Shit, he murmured. He hadn't meant to sleep with her, but with each shot of whiskey he had drank, the more appealing her advances had appeared. He had made it a rule to not fuck anyone who was part of his tour. If often ended with clinging hands and harsh sobs on one end. And he knew the Rose would be no different.

Kylo leaned over, intent on ordering the naked girl from his room, but his cell phone rang out and a small grin tugged at his lips when he saw the familiar number.

The man never had a proper sense of time.

"Ren."

"Kylo, it's Poe. I need a favor."