In Love With My Bully

What happens when kindergarten teacher Nicola comes face to face with her high school bully, now a single father to her favorite student, Arabella?

Cole Harrington never imagined he'd be raising his daughter alone after the tragic loss of his wife. Struggling to connect with Arabella, he's stunned to see her blossom under the care of her teacher, Nicola. Desperate to give his daughter the stability she needs, Cole proposes an unthinkable solution: marry Nicola, the girl he tormented in high school.

Nicola is determined to stay professional, but sparks fly as old resentments and unexpected attraction collide. Can Cole prove he's a changed man and win Nicola's heart? Or will their tumultuous past keep them apart?

Get ready for a rollercoaster ride of passion, redemption, and sizzling chemistry in this steamy romance where love might just heal old wounds and create new beginnings. Dive into the fun and fiery journey of Nicola and Cole as they navigate their way from enemies to lovers!

Nicola Taylor

I massage my temples as I step into my classroom, bracing myself for the parade of parents awaiting me. I adore my kindergarten students, even the little troublemakers, but meeting their parents is the most daunting part of my job. While some parents are delightful, most are overbearing, with unrealistic expectations for their five-year-olds. Their questions range from typical concerns about eating habits to issues better suited for a pediatrician.

I take my seat as parents start trickling in for the open house, each eager to discuss their child’s progress. I smile and share insights based on my experiences with their kids. By the time I reach my fifteenth parent, I force a smile and say, “Mrs. Lopez, you need to stop worrying so much. Billy is a great kid. He’s a bit less social than the others, but he will make friends in his own time. He’s an introvert, and that’s perfectly okay. There’s nothing wrong with your child. He’s lovely and a pleasure to teach.”

Mrs. Lopez, visibly holding back tears, confides, “I worry because I’m a single mom and I have to work so much. He’s often alone, and I wish he had friends.”

My heart aches for her. “I understand. I’ll make sure he sits with some of the friendlier students and encourage them to get to know each other. But even without friends, Billy is a sweetheart. You should be proud of him. You’re doing an amazing job.”

She finally smiles, her relief palpable. “He loves you as his teacher. Anyway, I’ve been here for half an hour. Other parents are waiting. I’ll get out of your hair.” She stands up, and I smile back, wondering how I’ll get through the next fifteen parents.

The next two hours blur by with complaints, concerns, and occasional blame. When the parent-teacher meeting finally ends, I feel drained and regretful about spending my Sunday this way. As I start packing up, I notice that Arabella’s father or nanny didn’t show up, which