Shattered Innocence: Transmigrated Into a Novel as an Extra

The crackling fire in the chamber felt distant, swallowed by the weight of silence. The shattered remains of the chair’s armrest crumbled between Duke Thaddeus’ fingers, yet he did not move. Did not speak.

Aeliana’s words had struck.

More than anything before—more than her sharp defiance, more than her return from the abyss, more than the sea’s impossible silence—this.

This was what threatened to break his control.

His most trusted aide.

His handpicked guardian.

The woman he had entrusted with Aeliana’s life—had been the very one to betray her.

Madeleina.

The weight of that name burned in his mind.

Aeliana’s smirk did not falter. If anything, it deepened, watching her father with unrestrained satisfaction.

He was furious.

She could see it.

The barely contained rage.

The way his mana flickered, unseen but undeniable. The way his shoulders squared, the way his fingers—normally controlled, composed—tightened until his knuckles turned white.

And yet, he said nothing.

Not yet.

Because he had to process it.

Had to sift through every moment, every interaction, every lie he had swallowed.

Aeliana knew it the moment she saw the flicker in his golden eyes. The realization.

She didn’t even have to say it.

He had been deceived.

And he hated it.

“Are you hesitating now?”

Her voice was light, but the meaning beneath it was razor-sharp.

“You’ll believe some random woman’s words over your own child?”

The accusation landed.

Duke Thaddeus’ jaw clenched, his teeth grinding together just slightly before he forced himself to exhale. His rage needed containment. Needed direction.

Aeliana tilted her head, amusement flickering behind her eyes.

“How amusing.”

The words were mocking.

Too mocking.

And that was the moment he snapped.

Not physically—not yet.

But the air cracked.

His mana, usually controlled, usually honed into something sharp and disciplined, lashed out.

The very air in the chamber grew heavy.

The room dimmed.

Aeliana’s smirk faltered just slightly, feeling the weight of it press against her bones.

But she didn’t cower.

She held his gaze.

Because this was her moment.

And she had spent too many years waiting for it.

“You…” His voice was quiet.

But dangerous.

The word barely left his lips, yet it carried the weight of a storm.

“Do you know what you are saying?”

Aeliana leaned forward slightly, placing her hands on her knees, her amber eyes shining.

“Of course I do.”

A pause.

A silence too thick.

Then, she added—softly, but deliberately.

“The real question is…will?” Aeliana stopped for a second. “Will your pride allow you to admit that?”

Duke Thaddeus inhaled sharply, his shoulders rising, his chest expanding as if preparing to withstand the weight of something far heavier than mere words.

Because she was right.

Aeliana was right.

It wasn’t just about betrayal.

It wasn’t just about the consequences.

It was about him.

His pride.

His refusal to accept that he had been deceived.

That he—Duke Thaddeus of the Eastern Seas, a man who had spent his life standing above deception, reading through facades, seeing everything—had failed.

That he had failed to see through Madeleina.

That he had nearly lost his daughter because of it.

The weight of that realization pressed against his ribs, suffocating.

The rage that had been clawing at his insides, demanding to be unleashed, now coiled, twisting into something far worse.

Cold fury.

Not the hot, reckless kind.

But the kind that lingered.

The kind that waited.

The kind that destroyed completely.

And still—he hesitated.

Not because he doubted Aeliana’s words.

Not because he refused to acknowledge reality.

But because admitting this?

Admitting that he was wrong?

That meant looking at himself.

That meant recognizing that, despite all his control, despite all his caution—he had failed.

And failure was something Duke Thaddeus did not tolerate.

Especially his own.

Aeliana’s gaze did not waver.

She had given him the truth.

She had thrown it at his feet, waiting to see if he would step forward—or turn away.

And so—he made his choice.

His hand rose.

The movement was slow, deliberate—his fingers uncurling, his palm facing upward.

A breath.

A decision.

“I believe in you.”

His voice was quiet, but absolute.

The tension in the air shifted.

Aeliana’s eyes widened—just slightly, almost imperceptibly, but he caught it.

The momentary flicker of surprise.

Because she hadn’t expected him to say it.

Not so easily.

Not so willingly.

Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something—but nothing came.

For the first time since she returned, Aeliana was silent.

Because despite everything—despite her anger, her bitterness, her wounds—this was the one thing she had always wanted to hear.

Her father’s trust.

Duke Thaddeus lowered his hand, his golden eyes unwavering.

‘If I can’t believe in my own daughter,’ he said quietly.

‘Who else can I believe in?’

Aeliana exhaled softly, her lips parting as if she wanted to say something—but instead, she let out a quiet sigh.

She did not thank him.

She did not acknowledge his words beyond what was already spoken.

But her shoulders loosened, just slightly.

And Duke Thaddeus, for all his sharp intuition, knew that for now—that was enough.

Just then—

A knock echoed through the chamber.

The moment shattered.

Aeliana straightened, and Thaddeus’ gaze flickered toward the door as a voice carried through the heavy wood.

“Your Grace, Mister Luca is here.”

Aeliana’s brows furrowed slightly, while Thaddeus simply exhaled, expression unreadable.

The door opened.

And there he stood.

Luca entered the chamber, presentable this time. No longer dressed in tattered clothes stained with sea salt and battle, but in clean, well-fitted attire that—while still simple—suited him surprisingly well.

Yet, despite his improved appearance, one thing remained unchanged.

That damn smile.

The same one that held an air of amusement, as if the world was merely something to be observed, not participated in.

His dark eyes flickered between father and daughter, taking in the lingering tension in the air.

And then, with an effortless ease, he spoke.

“You called me, Mister Duke. But, I hope I am not interrupting your father-and-daughter time.”

Aeliana clicked her tongue.

The Duke, however, did not react.

He simply turned to the maid, ignoring the boy’s obvious rudeness.

“Call Madeleina here.”

But before the maid could take a single step—

A voice, smooth and composed, cut through the room.

“No need. I am here.”

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Aeliana stiffened.

Luca raised a brow.

Duke Thaddeus slowly turned his head.

And there, standing at the threshold of the chamber, was Madeleina.

The chamber felt heavier the moment Madeleina stepped inside.

She was composed, as always. Her posture perfect, her expression calm, her uniform pristine. There was no fear in her stance, no hesitation in her steps. If she felt the weight of the accusations hanging in the air, she did not show it.

Duke Thaddeus’ golden eyes narrowed.

Aeliana, however—

Her entire body stiffened, her fingers twitching at her sides as her aura surged.

The flickering candlelight trembled. The air around her shifted, unseen energy pressing outward, sharp and raw.

Madeleina met her gaze evenly.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke.

Then—

“You.”

The single word dripped with venom.

Aeliana did not wait.

In the blink of an eye, she moved.

The very floor beneath her cracked as she stepped forward, fast, too fast for any hesitation, too fast for anything but pure, unfiltered fury.

Her amber eyes burned.

But before she could take another step—

“Aeliana.”

Her father’s voice.

Not loud. Not harsh.

But absolute.

Aeliana froze, her breath heavy, her hands clenched into fists. Her aura still pulsed, still threatened to lash out, but she did not move further.

Madeleina did not flinch.

She merely turned her head slightly, her eyes momentarily flickering toward Thaddeus before settling back on Aeliana.

“You have returned stronger than I expected,” she mused, her tone measured, as if they were discussing something mundane. “That is good.”

Aeliana’s fingers twitched.

“Spare me your pleasantries,” she hissed.

Madeleina exhaled, tilting her head slightly, her silver-blue eyes cool. “I did not come here to exchange pleasantries.”

Aeliana bristled, her mana pulsing again, more erratic this time.

“You—!”

“Aeliana.”

Her father’s voice once again cut through the tension, this time sharper.

She snapped her head toward him, her expression livid. “You expect me to—!”

“Stand down.”

His command was firm.

Aeliana’s nails dug into her palms, her teeth gritted.

But she did not move.

Not yet.

The maid standing at the door trembled slightly, looking between them, unsure if she should remain.

Thaddeus spared her a glance.

“You are dismissed.”

The words carried no room for argument.

The maid nodded quickly, stepping back, closing the heavy door behind her as she fled from the suffocating tension that remained.

Silence.

Then, at last—

Thaddeus turned his attention fully to Madeleina.

His golden gaze burned with quiet fury.

“Why did you do it?”

He wanted to know.