This Debutante Doesn't Curtsy, She Breaks Necks

I was born with the kind of strength that isn't supposed to exist. My mafia family locked it away, dressed me in pearls, and married me off to the Prince of the Ferraro Family. Then they cut my baby out of me and handed her to my adopted sister, the one who was screwing my husband the whole time.I died on that hospital bed.Now I'm back. Same debut ball. Same silk dress. Same two hundred guests waiting for me to smile and play Chopin.This time, I'm flipping the head table into my father's chest. And that's just the opening act.