I Killed the Fake Heiress's Dog

On the first day my parents brought me home, my biological brother sicced the dog on me. I took one swipe and cut off its head, scaring the fake heiress into tears. The whole family rushed to comfort her and left me, bitten by the dog, off to the side. I had no choice but to get my rabies shots alone. While I was at it, I called the police and the media, making sure the whole affair blew up. My parents did everything they could to quell the public outcry, but the fake heiress had no intention of letting me go. She tried to frame me with the tired old trick of claiming I’d pushed her down the stairs. Instead, I exposed her lies on the spot, kicked her down the stairs in front of everyone, and made the whole thing public. She was thrown out of the house and held a grudge ever since, eventually using the leverage she had to destroy the entire family. As for me, I took the money my parents gave me and happily started a brand-new life.