All Chapters of He's Gay (English Version): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"L-Lucas?" Rhea gasped in disbelief. How was he even here? She was certain he had no plans to leave his house today, so why was he suddenly standing before her?"Sorry, girls, but I need to take my fiancée home. She is way past her curfew," Lucas said sternly, devoid of his usual playful tone. Without warning, he grabbed Rhea by the wrist and pulled her away."W-Wait, Lucas, I haven’t even said goodbye to Rave yet!" she protested, struggling to free herself from his grasp. "Hey, what are you doing... Lucas!" she shouted, but he ignored her and tightened his grip. With no choice, Rhea let herself be dragged along until they were far from the others."What the hell, you jerk! You are hurting me!" she snapped, yanking at her arm, but Lucas did not respond. Her irritation only grew. "I said you are hurting me!" she shouted again, planting her feet firmly on the ground and forcing him to stop.Lucas turned to face her, his eyes sharp and accusing, as if she had committed an unforgivable si

Unlike before, Rave arrived earlier than expected at the place where he and Rhea had parted ways. While waiting, he sat on the same bench where they often used to sit together. As he sat there, memories of their time together resurfaced vividly in his mind, memories he knew he would never forget. After all, she was his first love, and likewise, his first heartbreak. As the saying goes, first love never dies.It wasn’t long before Rhea arrived, wearing a sunflower dress that made her look even younger. From afar, she could already see Rave sitting on their usual hangout spot, looking thoughtful and quiet.Despite feeling shy, Rhea gathered her courage and approached, eventually sitting beside him. Rave was startled by her presence and instinctively moved back in surprise. For several minutes, neither of them spoke. Both avoided each other's gaze, uncertain of who should speak first or what should even be said. It was as if all the conversations they had rehearsed in their minds vanishe

The wedding of Lucas Villareal and Rhea Benitez was nothing short of enchanting. Set in the sprawling garden of a luxury estate within Manila, the venue was transformed into a dreamy wonderland. White chairs lined both sides of a petal-strewn aisle, facing a floral arch draped in soft chiffon and adorned with blush pink and white roses. Cherry blossom-inspired petals blanketed the path, and lanterns hung from nearby trees, casting a soft glow in the afternoon light.Most of the guests were members of the esteemed Villareal family, along with Lucas’s closest friends, including his spirited circle of flamboyant gay besties who added extra flair to the occasion. Soft classical music from a live string quartet drifted through the air as the wedding coordinator signaled the start of the ceremony.The processional began with the groomsmen and bridesmaids walking arm in arm down the aisle, dressed in coordinated pastel tones. Lucas’s parents and trusted friends made up most of the entourage.

Rhea dabbed her eyes with a tissue, still sniffling quietly as the movie continued to play on. At last, she turned her head toward Lucas. Her eyes were glassy from tears, but sharp enough to notice the unusual stiffness in his posture."What?" Lucas asked, his voice unexpectedly deep and husky, almost seductive.“You okay?” She croaked, her throat rough from crying.Lucas jerked slightly, clearly startled. “Me? Yeah. I’m good.” He cleared his throat and shifted on the couch, tugging at his collar as though it had suddenly grown too tight. His skin prickled with heat, the soft lamplight around them now feeling too intimate.Rhea raised a skeptical eyebrow. “You look flushed. And your voice… why doesn’t it sound girly?” she asked, narrowing her eyes. The change in his tone had startled her. His voice had dropped, low and rich, sending a strange flutter through her chest. Since when did he sound like that? Was this normal? Did drunk gay men suddenly turn into husky-voiced heartthrobs aft

By three in the afternoon, they finally reached the condo. The traffic in Cubao had been relentless, a tangle of honking vehicles and sweltering heat. To make matters worse, the MRT7 construction in Quezon City had turned the roads into a chaotic maze of detours and bottlenecks.Complete chaos.Everyone was drained. Lucas and his friends collapsed onto the couch like deflated balloons. Some stared blankly at the television, while two others—Rhea and Rave—were cuddled up on the far end of the sofa.Yes, those two. Rhea lay with her head on Rave’s lap as he gently combed his fingers through her hair. They laughed quietly, lost in their own world and seemingly unaware or uncaring of the people around them. Lucas watched them from across the room, his eyes narrowing. Just yesterday, Rhea had firmly warned him not to flirt with anyone. And now? The moment she laid eyes on Rave—her ex-boyfriend—she transformed into a giddy teenager, all soft smiles and sparkling eyes, as if she weren’t marr